Finding Mr. Perfect
Freya screamed, her hands shaking on the document.
“But—” Freya frowned, realizing something. “It doesn’t have to be you.”
Kenneth only hummed as he took his seat at the table. He stared at her, eyes cold. “What a relief.”
Inner Devil 2: ‘I think he’s mad.’
Freya’s brows knitted. “Look, I said I’m sorry. I overreacted. You have to understand the pressure I’m under right now. The jewelry company has been my life since I was twenty-four. Even before that, I’d already set my eyes on it. I knew it was my destiny.”