Chapter 97

Sutton, isn’t Audrey due back soon?” Freya cast an eye towards Kieran, her gaze seemingly casual.

Kieran scoffed coldly. “Trying to use Grandma to threaten me? How predictable.”

“Even if it works, it works,” Freya retorted indifferently.

The move was so unexpected that Kieran frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Treya, remember he shouldn’t…”

Freya tried to pull away, but Kieran’s grip was firm. He said coldly, “If you’re staying together at home to foster our relationship with Grandma…”

“If I find out you’ve been spreading rumors about Grandma, I might make things difficult for you,” Freya warned, her gaze unwavering.

Hearing her response, Kieran let go of Freya, his voice cold as he sneered, “It seems you play dirty tricks.”

Freya denied it. “I told you I had nothing to do with…”

“Do you really believe that?” Kieran continued, “You and Elle go to the same school. Reports on social media paint you as the future Mrs. Sutton. It wouldn’t be hard to catch you getting cozy with…”

Freya could tell Kieran was in a foul mood. After all, losing…

…benefited from it. It was a messy blow to his fans and followers.

Freya rubbed…

…were fiercely fought.

“What? Keeping me in the Sutton family is only going to bring you more trouble,” Freya thought.

When Kieran stepped down to the living room the following morning, he saw only a set table. Frowning, he called out, “Linsey?”

Linsey appeared, asking, “Yes, Mr. Sutton? What’s the matter?”

“Hasn’t Freya woken up yet?” Kieran asked.

“Right. Ms. Dawson hasn’t…”

…got a bit angry. Hearing this, Kieran got even angrier. “Still not up? By this time…”

Freya would wake up fashionably…

…before dawn.

Breakfast was on the table. Kieran’s expression was like ice. “Throw out the breakfast. From now on, let Freya handle her own breakfast.”

“Yes, Mr. Sutton,” Linsey replied.

…breakfast from the table, tapping…

Jarrett couldn’t help but…

…postpone the meeting.

…waiting. After…

…we should head out soon. There’s a meeting…

…still saw no sign of anyone coming down.

…meeting. Kieran’s voice was cold. “Go upstairs and get Freya up for me. We have company.”

“Would that be appropriate?”

After all, Freya was a Dawson, a lady of high standing.