Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 762
“Find another person to be the man of honor. I’ll rush over in the afternoon. I have a debt to settle with Freya first, in case she escapes.” Rodney was torn between both sides for a moment, but in the end, he rejected Chester.
“…Okay, don’t be late.”
After the call ended, Rodney immediately had someone find out Freya’s address. Then, he sped over to that location.
Upon reaching Hackett Institute, no one answered the door despite him knocking for a long time.
After Freya looked at the man outside through the peephole, she ignored him and went back to sleep.
She did not believe that he could pry the door open as long as she did not open it.
It was proven later that she had underestimated that man’s fury.
Soon, Rodney kicked the door of Freya’s bedroom open.
When he saw that the woman on the bed was still sleeping soundly, a wave of anger rushed from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head.
“Freya Lynch, how can you still sleep at a time like this?” Rodney tossed away her covers. The woman under the covers only wore a pink nightdress. Her nightdress was messy and folded up from her sleep.
The sight of her fair skin filled Rodney’s view. His breathing became hot.
Those women in the morning had worn sexy strappy clothes too, but they could not compare to Freya’s figure. She had a thin waist and slender, long legs. Her chest was even more…
His gorgeous, handsome face flushed red.
Freya screamed. She picked up a sweater from her side and wore it frantically. “Rodney, you scumbag! ”
She took a pillow and smacked him across his face while she got dressed.
“Shut up! ”
Rodney’s temples throbbed from anger. He would have a hole in his brain if he believed her words.
“I really didn’t know… that those women would be so ugly. I didn’t do it on purpose,” Freya said aggrievedly, “Maybe because they were too cheap. It was only 200 dollars per person.”
“200 dollars…?”
Rodney almost spat out blood.
Freya Lynch! She could go so far as to do that kind of thing.
“That’s right. I couldn’t possibly get you those women who charged 1,000 dollars. It would’ve cost me a few thousand dollars for a night. If you go back on your word and don’t pay me back later, I’d suffer a huge loss.” Freya had an innocent expression on her face. “By the way, I was the one who paid for the fees last night. You owe me 1,000 dollars.”
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