Freya didn't say much; she led Bradley to the lounge.
She needed to assess Bradley's condition first, what exactly was wrong with him. His emotions were easily swayed, especially his eyes, hinting at a beastly nature.
After closing the door, Freya immediately checked his pulse.
However, Bradley pushed her hand away and pinned her against the table, his voice cold. "Ann, don't you think you need to clarify your relationship with Lance to me?"
"You've misunderstood; there's nothing between him and me."
"Really? Then why did he come to pick you up for the celebration? Why were you two chatting so closely, and what about that photo online? How do you explain that?"
His voice was frigid, and his dark eyes were veined with red, devoid of emotion.
Freya pressed her lips together. "He happe
