...Hmm.
Lost.
This little lying mouth of hers, always with the excuse of being lost.
Yet, to Bradley Austin's surprise, she returned.
Last night, when Freya Lawson left, he had Frederick Johnson discreetly send someone to find her, ensuring that no one at Royal Garden Mansion knew of Freya's act of playing dumb.
As he wheeled closer to her, Bradley wore a stern expression, admonishing, "From now on, no more venturing out alone at night. Understand?"
"I understand," Freya replied, her head lowered, resembling a schoolgirl who'd made a mistake.
"If you want to go out, either have Frederick Johnson or Rosa accompany you."
"No," she shook her head, "I'm fine without them."
"Who do you want with you then?" The hint of an answer lurked in Bradley's narrowed eyes behind his sunglasses, b
