Best Revenge: Being My Ex-Boyfriend’s Aunt novel Chapter 2171

Freya took her phone out and looked at the company's sales that night with her head lowered.

A few signature products were sold online on the live stream platform while the banquet was ongoing that night. Due to the high discount and the effects of celebrities, the product sales boomed. It seemed like a considerable sum of dividends would enter her pockets at the end of the year.

It was just as Catherine had said. Freya was pretty and capable of earning money. Why did she have to feel inferior? She did not rely on anyone else anyway.

Indeed, she had a child.

However, she was only 26 years old that year. What on earth did she have to be not confident about?

When she looked at that night's entertainment news, the Mr. Popular, Peter, was trending again. His photographer had taken a few pictures of him at the banquet hall and posted them on Facebook, where a group of fans was praising how handsome he looked.

Yet, the fact that Freya was seated with Peter did not make it onto any news. Someone in the company must have suppressed it.

She simply tapped on a picture of Peter.

All of a sudden, Ryan’s cold voice came from beside her. "Your eye for celebrities isn't that good either."

Freya turned her head to look at him. The neon lights outside the windows flashed across his handsome outline. His eyes, which used to look gentle, were filled with mockery. The corners of her mouth went down. "You don't have to talk about my tastes anymore. I know it’s bad."

Ryan’s words got stuck in his throat.

After a moment, he realized that he may have gone too far because he was jealous.

He was not a mean person, but love had turned him into a stranger.

However, there was a driver in front of a car, and he was an employee of The Lodge.

As such, Ryan could only, in the darkness, creep his fingers toward Freya’s hand on her legs.

As soon as he caught hold of her fingers in the dark, her face heated up, and she flung his hand away hard.

Nevertheless, Ryan kept moving his hand over shamelessly, to which Freya flung it away and stepped on his leg with all her strength. At the same time, she gave him a glare that seemed to mean, 'This i s what you get for moving your hand around, pervert.'