“Mr. Sutton,”

With just a look from Kieran, the woman’s seductive face froze, and she dared not come any closer.

“Sir… Sir, I don’t drink.” Nearby, a woman’s troubled voice reached Kieran’s ears. The woman had been grabbed by one of the executives, who was forcibly pouring alcohol down her throat. The liquor trickled down her smooth neck, slowly drenching her light clothes and making the area below her chest partially visible.

It was then Kieran realized that the woman being harassed was Kara Orson. Seeing Kara’s panic, Kieran stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Patterson’s hand.

Patterson, thinking Kieran was protecting the girl because he had an interest in her, immediately let Kara go and pushed her towards Kieran, saying, “I’ve heard Mr. Sutton has a thing for Ms. Harwood, and this young lady does resemble her somewhat. No wonder Mr. Sutton is interested?”

Mr. Patterson was drunk and spoke without a filter. Kara hid behind Kieran, clutching his arm in fear.

Kieran frowned slightly. If not for the connection to Freya, he wouldn’t have bothered.

“Mr. Sutton…”

Kara’s eyes, shimmering with tears like a frightened deer, seemed to bear deep sorrow.

“Let’s go.” Kieran’s tone was icy.

Kara scrambled, “Mr. Sutton, I’m just here to make tuition money. I’m not that kind of girl!”

Kara was desperate to explain, but Kieran didn’t want to delve into why she was there in the first place.

Suddenly, Silas burst in, his face as pale as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Kieran! Guess who I just saw?”

Silas whispered something into Kieran’s ear, causing his expression to darken immediately.

“Mr. Sutton!”

Seeing Kieran storm out, Kara’s face turned ashen.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Luna, looking equally shocked, ran in to find Freya casually chatting with a young, attractive man.

“Freya! I saw Silas!”

“So what?” Freya replied, “Kieran was supposed to come here for business today anyway.”

Realizing Freya was aware of Kieran’s visit, Luna gasped, “You knew Kieran was coming, and you still dared to do this?”

“It’s precisely to make him catch me in the act. How else am I supposed to make Kieran despise me?”

Freya’s hand was caressing the young man’s abs. Internally, she mused about the virtues of youth and the firmness of his muscles.

“Miss…”

Bang! The next second, the room door flew open. Kieran stood at the doorway, his face stormy. Freya’s hand was still on the young man’s abs. Her seductive pose on the sofa and the flirtatious blush on her delicate face made for a scandalous scene.

“Mr. Sutton, what a coincidence,” Freya leaned on the young man’s shoulder and teased, “Are you here for some fun too?”