My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 212 You Must Be Blind 

The girl by Mikael’s side smiled gently and peacefully.

“Miss Freya, I’m Poppy Kingsley.”

Freya was somewhat surprised. “Do you know me?”

“Mikael used to talk about you, and I enjoy watching your live broadcasts.”

As Poppy’s words fell, the woman beside Chris looked curiously at Freya.

So, this is the heiress from the Kaufmanns who chose to become a live streamer instead of embracing her privileged background. She went from being an aristocratic heiress to pursuing the fame of being an online celebrity.

The woman followed Poppy’s lead and said, “Miss Kaufmann, my name is Regina Hanks.”

Freya responded with a polite smile. “Hi, Miss Hanks.”

After the three exchanged greetings, Chris eagerly turned to Freya.

“Frey, I saw the news today. It said that you performed facial reconstruction for the son of the Duke of Iternia. Impressive! You even received public gratitude from the Iternian royal family.”

Freya smiled faintly. “It’s nothing. Isn’t it normal for a mortician to do these things? It’s just that the deceased in this case has a special status.”

What she truly hoped for was to not encounter such tragic circumstances again.

Chris nodded. “I watched the show you did with Miss Angelic B*tch. Although I learned a bit about this field while watching, I always thought it was just about doing makeup for the deceased. I never know you have such amazing skills.”

Poppy, by Mikael’s side, chimed in, “Freya, you being a mortician is truly an admirable profession.”

Upon hearing this, Regina seemed surprised and covered her lips. “Miss Kaufmann, aren’t you afraid when facing a corpse?”

“At first, I was. But now I’m used to it.” Freya smiled helplessly. “We’re here to eat. Shall we change the topic?”

The six of them chatted casually, while Chris and Mikael discussed their bar business.

Both of these young heirs didn’t need to worry about their family businesses as their parents would handle it. They devoted most of their thoughts to their entertainment businesses.

Freya obediently enjoyed her meal while Regina proved much stronger than Chris’ previous girlfriends.

She occasionally gave valuable input to Chris and Mikael, which garnered Chris’ appreciation.

Like Freya, Poppy quietly savored her meal. From time to time, she sought advice from Freya on makeup.

As the next course arrived, Radley, who had been silent throughout, pulled the steak in front of Freya and meticulously cut it into smaller pieces for her.

Regina lifted her gaze and tightened her grip on her cutlery.

After the meal concluded, all of them got up, preparing to leave.

Chris suggested heading to a club while Radley glanced at Freya’s baby bump.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll take her back.”

The sun was just setting, casting a particularly beautiful glow across the sky at this hour.

Outside the restaurant, the four of them watched as Radley escorted Freya into the car. The evening glow cast upon them, creating an invisible barrier around the two, isolating them from the others.

Regina’s grip on her bag tightened slightly.

Standing beside Mikael, Poppy held onto his arm and uttered, “Miss Kaufmann and Mr. Monaghan look happy together.”

Mikael smiled. “Do they?”

Regina casually asked. “I read in the news before that Mr. Monaghan and Miss Kaufmann were divorced. But it seems the rumors outside aren’t true. Are they planning to remarry?”

“Remarry? I don’t think Frey has that intention. Her attitude toward Radley is more like that of a friend,” Chris added, sighing.

Mikael glanced at him and summed up. “You must be blind.”

They returned to the Kaufmann Residence.

When Freya got out of the car, Radley glanced at her baby bump.

By the timeline, Freya was over six months pregnant, but her baby bump appeared to be closer to seven

months.

“Shouldn’t you take a rest? There’s nothing urgent in the West Geft,” Radley expressed his concern.

Freya brushed it off. “No need. The baby is energetic. The prenatal check-ups have been good.”

As Radley watched Freya enter the house, he drove away.

After driving two streets, he stopped the car by the roadside and fell into contemplation.

He then took out his phone and made a call.

“Connor, there’s something you need to investigate immediately…”

Once Freya arrived home, she saw the baby supplies she had bought from the mall piled up in the living.

room.

The maid approached and asked, then took them to the prepared nursery.

Returning to her bedroom, Freya freshened up and then entered her study.

She opened The Green Flamation forum and checked the management group as usual.

Both Ink and Heartless Scoundrel had contacted her in the afternoon.

They were asking about the public gratitude from the Iternian royal family.

Freya searched the internet and found that Pearson’s body had been transported back to Iternia. His funeral would take place in a few days.

There was a photo of Amy, looking incredibly worn out.

She was worried but understood that now wasn’t the time to ask about Amy’s well-being. At her age and status, despite losing her child, she still had many responsibilities to manage.

She closed her computer and checked the time.

Brisa’s vacation would be over soon, and she sent a message to her in the group.

Green Scylla: Tisch sweetheart, is your vacation over?

Ink: Sweetheart?

Heartless Scoundrel: Now that everyone knows your true identity, Green Scylla, stop pretending to be a

man!

Within seconds, Tisch sent a picture of herself on a vacation island.

Tisch: What’s up? Planning to drag me back for more labor?

Freya smiled and typed. ‘Didn’t I ask Ink to buy a batch of medical equipment for me? I’m also planning to interview a few talented individuals in the medical field. I’m worried because I don’t have anyone to look after my research lab.

The research laboratory was where Freya stored her medical equipment.

The equipment was worth 800 million and, coupled with the upcoming research data, it was top-level classified.

Moreover, Freya planned to provide accommodations for those researchers in her villa. Their safety had to be safeguarded.

As Freya pondered, Tisch replied, ‘How about the pay?”

Freya chuckled. ‘You decide. As long as I can afford it.

Tisch informed, I’ll be back the day after tomorrow!’

With the timing confirmed with Tisch, Freya closed her laptop and returned to her bed.

She picked up her phone and scrolled through the news. The current trending topic was still Iternia’s expression of gratitude.

Her identity had been exposed, including her known status as Freya and DiligentFrey.

What brought Freya gratification was that the profession of a mortician had also become a trending topic.

Under this subject, discussions were taking place.

Many fellow professionals had also joined the conversation. At least this time, the industry had managed to break into the mainstream and entered the public’s awarenjekt

Most people had an aversion to death and were superstitious about those who handled its affairs. Changing this attitude wasn’t a one-time effort, but at levet things were improving gradually

With a satisfied smile on her face. Freya glanced at her phone. It was a message from Edward.

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