She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 675:

Lawrence frowned, ready to dismiss it as junk—until he spotted the sender: K.

All the tension in his face melted away, replaced with relief. How could he have forgotten?

Jacob and K shared a bond unlike any other. Lawrence didn’t need to convince Jacob—he only had to persuade K. And Jacob would always listen to K.

With that realization, Lawrence’s frustration finally began to ebb. Using the link in the email, he dialed the number. It was the only way to reach K—a virtual line, their sole channel of contact.

Freya had just shut down her laptop and was about to freshen up when her phone buzzed to life.

She glanced at the screen—Lawrence. With a sigh, she answered, “Hello.”

Her voice caught Lawrence off guard for a beat.

To him, the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

“K?” he asked, as he always did.

“It’s me,” Freya replied flatly.

“I got the email you sent.” Lawrence didn’t bother with pleasantries. He cut straight to the chase. “Meeting’s fine. You pick the time and place. But I need a favor first—hope it’s not too much trouble.”

From what Lawrence knew of K, she was never the type to sugarcoat things.

She didn’t play games, didn’t lure anyone into traps, which was why he didn’t hold back.

In the past, Freya would’ve agreed without a second thought. But knowing Kristian had a deal with Lawrence, she simply said, “Go ahead.”

“There’s a guy here—he’s got a bullet lodged near his heart and a raging fever. Doctors are hesitant to operate,” Lawrence said briskly. “Can you reach out to Dr. Jacob Prescott and ask for his help? Of course, you can name your price.”

Freya froze. A gunshot? A fever?

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At once, Kristian’s face flashed through her mind.

Her thoughts flew back—leaping off the cliff, their rushed parting, Brendan’s gun raised and firing.

She’d been boarding the yacht, and when the shot rang out, Kristian had seemed to stumble toward her. She hadn’t thought much of it then—just assumed the yacht had rocked beneath them.noveldrama

Looking back now, that must have been him reacting to the bullet Brendan fired.

The memory looped relentlessly in her mind.

When she’d asked if he was alright, he had casually steered the conversation away—and borrowed a coat from Lawrence.

Kristian, of all people, borrowing a coat? He was too particular for that. Unless—he’d wanted to hide something.

And suddenly, all those overlooked moments surged back with clarity. Freya felt a sharp pang twist in her chest. No wonder she’d thought he looked paler on the yacht than he had on the cliff. She’d brushed it off as a trick of lighting against Lawrence’s black coat.

Lawrence waited a beat, heard only silence, and tried again, “K? You still there?”

“You owe me,” Freya said evenly. “When I ask for something, you’ll have to agree. No questions.”

Lawrence hesitated. What was this now? Was K playing games too?

Freya didn’t push. She wanted Kristian safe more than Lawrence did—but she needed that guarantee first. Without it, even if Kristian recovered, Lawrence might still drag him into trouble.

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