Freya's p.o.v

My eyes shuffled between Mr. Edmond and the man beside him and I knew right away that they are undoubtedly a member of the invited guests. My anger soared as they settled at their reservation smiling, and me, seeing Ethan through him.

Damn it! I hate when everything reminds me of him.

Though, Mr. Edmond didn't see me, but a glanceful look at him only makes me want to go straight up to him and yell at his face for being a theif— him and his lazy empire who can only stand out for being a theif in disguise. Stealing other people's work and idea. I wanted to...