Chapter 287

Odalys stared at the Verren, reading the message: “[Your mother couldn’t marry into the Stewart family, but what about you? Since Percival died, would you consider marrying Evander?]” This message shattered her worldview.

Odalys continued staring at the screen, noticing the contact labeled "E." She vaguely remembered it belonged to Edir. “Eddie doesn’t sleep at this hour,” she mused. The idea of tempting Freya crossed her mind. How ridiculous, Odalys wondered.

The hospital surveillance footage flashed in her mind. Hannali had suggested they try to get pregnant with Evander's child, but Edir, always so proud and arrogant, would never do such a thing. So Edir decided to focus on Freya instead. If she could trick Freya into seducing Evander, the odds would be much higher than if she tried herself. First, Edir couldn't get back into the Stewart mansion, but Freya could.

Odalys couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. She found it hard to imagine what kind of person would devise such a bizarre plan. She hadn't meant to invade anyone's privacy, but when her phone vibrated, she instinctively picked it up, and the message appeared.

She set the phone aside and went to sleep.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. Odalys jolted awake, blinking in the brightness, only to find Freya lying on the bed beside her, propped up on one arm, grinning mischievously. When Freya noticed she was awake, she pounced.

“Odalys, you’re so beautiful. Your skin is so soft,” Freya purred, nestling into her chest.

Odalys froze, feeling her body stiffen from the unexpected closeness. She didn’t dare move.

“Don’t move. Let me hold you for a bit longer. It feels like I’m dreaming. I never expected you to be really with my cousin. I feel so lucky,” Freya said, squeezing her tighter, her body pressed fully against Odalys.

Odalys raised her hand and playfully smacked Freya on the backside.

Freya squealed in surprise, jumping up instantly, clutching her rear end. Her face turned bright red as she protested, “Why’d you smack my butt?”

“You were lying on top of me. Funny, huh?” Odalys teased with a laugh.

Freya blushed deeper. “You just make me feel safe.”

“Alright, alright. Get off already,” Odalys said, shaking her head as she slipped on her slippers and headed for the bathroom. Freya, seeing this, quickly grabbed her phone.

Out of habit, Freya checked for missed calls and then scrolled through her messages. What she saw made her blood run cold. Edir had called her three times in the middle of the night and sent several messages. After reading them, Freya’s vision blurred, and she nearly fainted from anger.

“Odalys!” Freya rushed toward the bathroom, phone in hand.

Odalys, brushing her teeth, turned to see Freya showing her the phone.

“Take a look at this. Has she lost her mind?” Freya whispered, her voice full of disbelief. “Why is she asking if I want to marry into the Stewart family when my mother failed? Didn’t I already make it clear to everyone that I don’t want that?”

“She even wants me to seduce Evander? He’s like seventy years old! I’m twenty-three!” Freya’s face twitched in annoyance. She looked like she was about to explode. She had seen some shameless people in her time, but this was next-level.

“Trying to trick me into seducing her father-in-law in the middle of the night! What the hell was she even saying?” Freya wondered. "Because you can enter the Stewart Villa freely. If you try to seduce him, Evander will definitely fall for it. After all, he won't expect it from you."

Odalys had seen the message last night but chose not to bring it up.

“She’s absolutely crazy,” Freya seethed, her anger boiling over. She immediately took a screenshot of the messages and sent them to Percival.

“Hurry up and wash up. We’re going out for breakfast soon,” Odalys instructed.

Upon learning they were going out for breakfast, Freya quickly rolled up her sleeves, grabbed her toothbrush, and rushed to wash up. She didn’t bother with makeup, just changed into a new skirt and grabbed her bag before heading out. Selah and Francis had also just emerged from their rooms, both wearing discreet masks to keep a low profile.

“Let’s go,” Freya said, leading the way.

Once downstairs, they bypassed the main elevator and took a smaller one to the second floor, entering the private…

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