Seeing her lips purse, a figure flashed through Bradley's mind.
Upon closer inspection, her eyes sparkled, bearing a resemblance to Freya's.
However, she wore heavy makeup, whereas Freya typically went for a natural look even when she is out, opting for light makeup at most. While both faces were beautiful, they are not exactly similar.
"What does Mr. Austin want to ask?"
Under the intense gaze of those deep eyes, Freya couldn't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty.
Once, his gaze had been gentle, as soothing as water, but now it was sharp, as if it could penetrate the depths of her soul. She feared her true identity might be exposed.
"Poppy," he murmured, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "What drove you to breach the security of the Austin Corporation's financial
