She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Let Farrah Out!

Kristian drove without direction, his mind wandering as the night enveloped him.

The office wasn’t an option at this hour, and his villa felt equally impossible.

His foot pressed heavily on the accelerator while his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed on the road ahead though his thoughts had drifted elsewhere.

He might have continued driving endlessly if Felipe’s call hadn’t interrupted him.

“What’s up?” he answered, his voice carrying its usual coldness.

“Can you come and deal with your wife?” Felipe’s tone was icier than normal, clearly irritated by Freya’s unexpected arrival. “I’ll give you half an hour to come and take her away, or I’ll have no choice but to call the police.”

Kristian’s brow furrowed in confusion at Felipe’s words. The request made little sense to him.

Felipe demanded, unusually aggressive.

“Freya is with you?” Kristian responded calmly, though puzzlement tinged his voice.

Felipe fell momentarily silent on the other end. Why would he ask Kristian to come if Freya wasn’t there? He wasn’t delusional.

“Of course!” Felipe snapped before abruptly ending the call.

At the intersection, Kristian swung the car around and accelerated toward Felipe’s residence.

After disconnecting, Felipe gazed down from his balcony at the eight bodyguards who lay sprawled on the ground, all incapacitated by Freya.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Was Freya somehow invincible? His numerous security personnel had proven useless against her.

Freya stood below, her gaze directed upward as she demanded, “Give Farrah back to me.”

Upon returning home earlier, she had discovered her door forced open and Farrah missing from the apartment. She had immediately suspected Felipe’s involvement.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Felipe said, his patience dwindling rapidly. “Should I present my marriage certificate with Farrah to prove who she rightfully belongs with?”

“Let her out. I need to ensure her safety,” Freya insisted, genuine concern evident in her voice.

She knew Farrah resisted relipe’s presence, and she feared he might have been too forceful while taking her, potentially harming Farrah–especially concerning given her pregnancy.

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Felipe dismissed her concerns entirely; this was his domain after all. “Why should I listen to you? I only let your behavior at the hospital slide because you’re a woman, but if you continue to overstep, don’t blame me for being too harsh.”

“I’ll count down from three. Let Farrah out.” Freya remained laser–focused on retrieving Farrah, disregarding everything else.

She hadn’t been able to reach Farrah by phone, and if not for the device’s location showing Felipe’s house, she would have been completely lost.

“Three.”

“Your threats mean nothing. I won’t allow you to see her.”

“Two.”

“Kristian is on his way here. You’d better control yourself.”

“One.”

Freya’s demeanor grew increasingly glacial.

Felipe remained undaunted. “So what happens when your countdown ends? Do you imagine you can simply force your way in?”

As the last word left his mouth, Freya made her move.

A small, custom–made playing card materialized in her left hand seemingly from nowhere.

While Felipe continued his taunting, she flicked her wrist, sending the specially crafted card flying toward him, slicing through a wire on the balcony in an instant.

Felipe recoiled in shock, his pupils contracting with fear. What was happening? Had reality suddenly transformed into some television drama?

“If you refuse to bring Farrah out, I cannot guarantee my next move won’t be… imprecise,” Freya threatened, her typically serene eyes now radiating an icy determination.

Hearing the threat, Felipe instinctively stepped backward.

If that card had been aimed directly at him, he would have been finished.

Felipe was shocked. How could she possess such abilities?

Seeing Felipe’s hesitation, Freya produced another card in her left hand–this time, a nine of diamonds.

Felipe called out frantically, “Hold on a second.”

He hastily retreated to the bedroom, first instructing his bodyguards to monitor Freya, then frantically dialed Kristian’s number.

“When the hell are you getting here?” Felipe’s voice trembled with newfound fear of Freya. The memory of her card–throwing prowess sent chills down his spine. “If you don’t arrive soon, your wife might actually finish me

off.”

“What happened?” Kristian asked evenly.

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“She’s trying to take my wife away from me,” Felipe blurted without thinking.

Kristian fell silent at the absurd claim.

Nevertheless, he pressed harder on the accelerator after ending the call.

Freya waited below for approximately ten minutes with no sign of Felipe emerging. Just as she prepared to force her way inside, her phone vibrated in her pocket..

Noticing an unfamiliar number on the screen, she declined the call.

The persistent caller immediately tried again.

Freya tucked away her card and answered reluctantly, “Hello, who is this?”

“Is that Freya? I’m Norah Russell.” The voice on the other end sounded pleasant despite obvious anxiety. “Your friend is at the hospital on South Avenue, and someone is attempting to force her into having an abortion. Can you come quickly?”

“Name,” Freya demanded sharply.

“Farrah Welch.”

The single words stunned Freya momentarily. She swiftly regained her composure, thanked the caller, and ended the conversation.

Before arriving at Felipe’s residence, she had tracked Farrah’s phone to this location, naturally assuming Farrah herself was present.