Cece Frey Wikipedia Novels & Stories

“Alex, why did you do it?” Freya answered on his behalf, “President Melvis, I’m the one who killed the guy. In fact, it has nothing to do with Alex. There’s something wrong with this video too. A huge part of the video in the middle has been cut off, and it has been edited! Whenever I, Freya Mayer, want to kill someone, I will just kill him, and I won’t regret it! If you want revenge, then come at me!”

I tossed back a glass of whiskey, looking at the door. "Send him in." Frey came through the door, dressed in a suit that looked like it cost more than my father's monthly stipend to the pack elders, his expression carefully neutral. He wasn't the only council rep I'd worked with, but he was one of the only ones who managed to project that stoic, unreadable look — trained into himself before he could walk. "You look like hell," he said. "Thank you for the observation. Was that urgent enough to warrant a visit?"

" Noah explained. "It sounds like he's referring to Soraya Wayne." Freya reflected. "Enough of them, what do you do?" "She enquired. "I'm a personal assistant in a multinational corporation," he persuaded her, "and what about you?" "He inquired. "CEO of the FG fashion industry." "Sipping her red wine, she smiled. "The Freya Grey?" In flesh and blood? "He was perplexed. She wasn't like Soraya. He had this idea that all successful women were bitchy, but she had proven him wrong that night.

He pulled out a single sheet of yellowed paper, which he smoothed down on the desk and examined for a moment. “What does it say?” I asked, peering over the archivist’s shoulder. “Hmm… It seems that Freya had connections to one of the western packs in the past,” he said. “Pack Crescent, to be exact.” He handed me the paper, and my eyes scanned it for a moment before I nodded and handed it back. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find more information for you,” the archivist said. I shook my head, already turning to leave. “It’s better than nothing.”

I make an excuse although it's not entirely untrue. "I don't think so." He muses briefly, "And by the way, you shouldn't be hiding such interesting things from me." "Interesting things?" I cross the table and go to him. He curls up his lips into a smile and I feel alarmed. I've understood he only shows me his smile when it's something bad for me; kind of danger alert. "I talked with Mason today in the morning and I found out Freya is now a CFO of the Howard Constructions." He says blissfully.

He hadn’t approached her again, but the brief eye contact between them had been enough to send signals. “Catherine,” Frey said smoothly, interrupting my thoughts. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” I turned as he gestured toward an older couple, elegantly dressed, both tall, with bronze-toned skin and the kind of poise that came from decades of building something from nothing. They smiled with warm professionalism, the woman’s pearl necklace catching the chandelier’s glow like dew on a spider web. “This is Lucas Hernández,” Frey said. “CEO of the recently privatised Air Mexico, and one of our longest-standing international allies.”

"Mr. Jefferson has helped me before. His business is as much as it is mine." Ah, so it was to repay a debt. Freddy, Bruce and Tommy nodded in unison, signifying that they understood. Malcom began speaking again, "Please tell me the details." Freddy told him the whole story, and ended by saying, "Mr. Yeager, Freya has already divorced me. There's no way she would kill someone over me." Bruce and Tommy followed up by saying, "Yes, that's right. Freya is beautiful and kind. She would never do anything against the law. In the past, when she accidentally killed a kitten while driving, she was so sad that she ate no meat for a month."

well, I’m not quite sure what, she just said it was important. “Do you need your refreshments refilled?” A young man came around to Cassius’ side of the table with a bright cheeky smile. “Um maybe just a little more for me please.” I say as he pours some more champagne into my glass. “What do you think she needs to speak to us about?” Cassius asks when the guy walks away from the table. “That’s a good question, but I think the both of you know the answer.” A voice spoke up from behind us and our heads turned to find Queen Fara walking towards us, the click of her heels sounding loudly against the stone walk way.

They then engaged in a small talk as Damian and Excami walked towards their family car, and Freya followed them. “Wait, is that your car?” Excami asked as they were already entering their family car. Freya nodded, “Cool right? It’s newly bought and I am also planning to put some customization to it.” Freya said with excitement as she tapped the roof of the car that was next to the Montague siblings’ family car— her newly bought car and it seemed that she was the one who was also driving it, no need for a family driver…

She endured every hardship for them; otherwise, it would be too difficult for her to pull herself out of that miserable situation. “What’s going on here, Frey?” Rema asked. She was one of her best work fellows, but Freya didn’t share anything about her past with anyone till now. “Nothing! Just checking all the emails,” Rema knew about her children, but Freya thought it was good to discuss them here. She looked towards Ricardo Vitalli, who was talking to the investors of his company. This man never dared to cross any boundary with her and proved a knight in the shining armor for her children and for her, too. If it weren’t for him, then Freya’s life would turn into a nightmare for her and her