My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1742

The Moore family was very powerful, and there were quite a number of reporters present during Freya's ribbon-cutting ceremony. Therefore, I could not stay with Hendrix all the time. On the contrary, I spent most of my time by Freya's side.

Of course, there was also Zachary.

The both of us were absent-minded, but Frey a was on brand as usual. Whether it was talking to reporters or friends who'd come to congratulate her, she was able to deal with the whole process with ease. It was as if she did not notice the tension brewing.

This made me even more anxious and uncomfortable. I couldn't bear to see her being kept in the dark. Then again, I worried about whether she could accept the truth if she knew.

Finally, the event was over. Freya, as the host, went with her assistant to see her guests off. Zachary and I stayed at the venue.

As he watched Freya walk into the elevator, Zachary tugged at his neck tie and appeared very uneasy.

"You're the one who called her here?" I couldn't even bring myself to be cordial and put on a long

face.

Zachary glanced at me and did not reply. His expression turned even more ugly.

He seemed very arrogant in my eyes. I immediately flared up and said sarcastically, "Huh, Professor Holt. I knew you were good at teaching, but little did I know that your ability to two-time is even better."

Zachary remained silent as his face turned red. It was obvious that he was suppressing his anger, and his patience was wearing thin with all the secrets going on.

I continued, "Freya is my best friend. Mr. Holt, you'd better remember what you said. I hope there won't be a repeat of today's situation."

Stephanie, his mistress, came here this day. To me, her audacity to do this was an utter humiliation to Freya. One could only fully understand the hatred through personal experience. I would not allow Zachary and that woman to fool Freya like that.

Zachary was probably provoked. He opened his mouth and wanted to fight back. However, just as he was about to speak, the elevator opened again. Freya, who was holding onto her dress, walked out with an expressionless face.

Zachary had to swallow his words.

For fear that Freya would see through me, I deliberately lowered my head to avoid her gaze.