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Chapter 258 Fragments of Truth
Chapter 258 Fragments of Truth
Koen smiled bitterly and said, "Ozzy, are you also stupid? Frey is Mr. Nathaniel's life. How can he give up on her? Unless Mr. Nathaniel wants to die with her!"
A small electric car suddenly rushed over from not far away. Peyton was practically zooming on her car.
Koen was shocked by her reckless riding. Seeing the little lady remove her helmet, he couldn't help but be slightly startled. A hint of concern appeared in his eyes as he hurried over.
Peyton, recognizing Koen, rushed towards him angrily, "Where's my friend? Where is Frey? Where did you take her?"
Koen pursed his lips and smiled. "Your friend was taken back by Mr. Nathaniel. She's fine."
Peyton breathed a sigh of relief. She noticed someone being attended to not far away and was about to go over when Ozzy blocked her path.
"Ms. Peyton, let me take you back. Recently, some of our friends have been racing on Vanara Avenue. Your electric car isn't suitable for driving in this area. It would be dangerous if you got hit."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
"Are you serious?" Peyton was full of doubts and wanted to check on the Maserati. She knew Jacob and considered him a friend.
However, Koen and Ozzy blocked her way, and she couldn't overpower them. Frustrated, she snorted like an angry squirrel.
The commotion around Hudson looked like a car race, but just now Jacob had hit Taylor on the head with a bottle of wine. It seemed like these rich people were playing a perverse game.
Peyton huffed, displaying an unyielding attitude towards wealth and power, and turned around to ride her electric car.
Koen, driving a Porsche Cayenne, followed her at a safe distance. He was really worried about her safety. If anything happened to her, Frey would go crazy. If Frey went crazy, Mr. Nathaniel would be even worse. When Mr. Nathaniel lost control, it was inhumane.
He thought it was best to protect Peyton.
The night grew darker, and clothes were scattered across the master bedroom of Ocean Villa.
After everything was over, Frey lay on the cold ground. This time, Nathaniel had been very rough.
He hated her and would never be gentle with her again.
Nathaniel slowly stood up, went to the bathroom to rinse off, changed into clean clothes, and walked over to Frey, gritting his teeth. "Frey, don't you wa to be free? Get out of here want
tomorrow and never appear in front
of me again! The further away, the better!"
Frey lay on the thick pile of carpet, cold air seeping through and chilling her to the bone. She shivered slightly as the cold reached her heart. She gritted her teeth and slowly climbed to her feet, her legs unsteady.
Taking a deep breath, she felt humiliated for the first time.
Although she was used to being demeaned by Nathaniel, his words last night still cut her deeply.
But there was one thing that surprised Frey.
Instead of pushing her further into hell, he chose to throw her out like a discarded rag.
Frey didn't know if he was truly relieved or if he felt he had lost control of the situation.
She could still act while with him,
but once away from him, the stage of her act was completely
dismantled. She had never been so confused about her next step.
It was likely that Nathaniel would hate her from now on, which was a good thing.
Frey stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water fall on her skin.
Nathaniel had been like a madman last night, torturing her the whole night. He seemed intent on killing her, but in the end, left her half alive.
Frey came out of the bathroom,
opened the closet, and found a pair
of beige jeans and a light blue long-sleeved sweater. Finally, she opted for a white turtleneck sweater. The collar would cover the marks on
her neck, allowing her to face people in public.