Freya waved her hand and said, "It's not necessary. The staff from Royal Garden Mansion will send me back."
Just as she finished speaking, she saw Frederick walking over to her with a group of bodyguards behind him.
"Madam, it's getting late. We should head back."
After saying that, Frederick turned to look at Bradley. The two locked gazes for just a moment, but that was enough for Frederick to understand what Bradley wanted.
"Mr. Adams, you've helped Madam today. If you don't mind, shall we go together?"
"Perfect. I didn't drive here anyway. Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for the trouble."
Bradley's voice was indifferent when he spoke, but there was a sly slant in his raised eyebrows. In reality, his car was parked nearby. However, he wanted to spend more time with Freya.
…
In the car.
