She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 827:

Using Farrah’s computer, she removed the restrictions. Gerard’s skills were top-notch, so she decided not to meddle further.

Roughly thirty minutes later, the topic landed squarely on the trending list. #Who’sDead#

Clicking on it revealed a whirlwind of live commentary.

“This can’t be true. If something really happened, wouldn’t they block it instead of letting it trend?”

“Who’s crazy enough to spread rumors about Shaw Group’s boss? Just wait for that cease and desist.”noveldrama

“Wait… is he actually dead?”

“Okay, but hold on—Kristian doesn’t have an heir yet, does he? If he dies, where does all that money and stock go? I mean, I’d be happy to inherit some of it.”

The topic was yanked from the trending list soon after, and Shaw Group’s official account wasted no time posting a statement.

Most people dismissed the gossip as too far-fetched to be real. But some weren’t so easily convinced. They kept digging.

At first, they focused on whether the post held any truth, searching for hidden clues. Then, they began stumbling upon other, unrelated matters.

“Forget if he’s dead or not, I heard that he’s already married.”

“Excuse me, what?!”

“Who’s his wife then?”

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“I heard that too. It’s supposedly a secret marriage. His wife hasn’t been revealed to the public.”

“Probably wants to protect her—keep the spotlight away.”

“Please. Who told you it’s for her protection?”

“Most likely a strategic marriage. Stuff like this is normal in rich families. They get married for business, then go their own ways. Keeping it a secret just makes things easier.”

As the gossip spiraled, people started piecing more things together. Eventually, they landed on Freya.

Even Freya herself was caught off guard by how fast it all unfolded. Plenty of people were aware of her marriage to Kristian, but it wasn’t exactly common knowledge.

Still, within half a day, they’d managed to uncover her identity as Kristian’s wife. Their digging skills were seriously impressive.

“Are you alright?” Farrah asked with concern after lunch, noticing Freya scrolling through the posts. “Online users these days are scary. They can dig up your whole life story from a single crumb of gossip.”

“I’m fine.” Freya didn’t seem too rattled. “They won’t find anything personal about me.”

True enough, just as she said, even after all that intense snooping, they didn’t manage to dig up much.

Still, another round of fevered discussions soon followed.

“Odd. Other than her name and gender, there’s nothing else on Freya Briggs.”

“Maybe she’s just a regular person.”

“What if she tricked Mr. Shaw into sleeping with her, and he thought it was some drunken mess and married her out of guilt, so now it’s a secret marriage?”

“No way. In showbiz, even if something like that did happen, no one takes responsibility. The elites are worse than anyone—they’d just throw money at her to shut her up.”

“Whoa, I just came across something crazy.”

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