In the airport lobby, Kingsley's sister Freya was waiting for her luggage. She was dressed in a black suit, sharp and straight, with her black hair neatly combed and a steely, cold gaze. Her eyes were deep and piercing, giving her an inviolable look. Her appearance exuded power and confidence, as if she could handle any situation with ease.
The Livingston family's car was already waiting at the exit when Freya stepped out of the airport gate. She got into the car, and it slowly drove away from the airport. The car was a sleek black Maybach, its interior lined with luxurious leather and polished wood, reflecting the status and wealth of the Livingston family. Freya settled into the plush seat, her mind already racing with thoughts about the recent events that had brought her back.Suddenly, her phone rang. Freya picked it up. It was Carl.As Carl reported what happened recently about Kingsley to Freya, her tone became unusually cold and resolute. "I've returned. I'll h
