You Are My Mr Right

Chapter 45 Unexpected Changes



Normally, Linda was considered calm. Why was she so flustered now? Freya put down what she was working on and asked, “Linda, what’s wrong with you?”

Linda handed her the phone, saying, “Take a look quickly.”

Freya’s gaze fell on the phone screen, and it turned out to be the morning’s events posted online, depicting her as an unforgivable villain. Without thinking, she knew whose handiwork this was!

Wasn’t the commotion Yolanda caused in the morning all for this?

After all, with the developed internet nowadays, it was easy to launch an online attack. As long as people were willing to spend money to generate traffic, and with netizens who didn’t use their brains, they believed whatever they saw without seeking the truth. Moreover, some people with warped values could drive a perfectly good person to death.

Freya remembered seeing a news story not long ago about a girl who asked a delivery driver to help deliver groceries to her father. The girl thanked the delivery driver for his assistance and gave him a red envelope. However, the delivery driver refused, probably out of a kind-hearted reluctance to accept. The girl felt uneasy about it and, as a token of gratitude, recharged the delivery driver’s phone with 28 $. However, online, there was a wave of criticism, claiming that the amount given was too little. What was originally a good deed of helping others and expressing gratitude turned into an online witch hunt, resulting in a tragic ending.

This incident highlights how these online users, who harm others without shedding blood, can be even more destructive than executioners.

This should be Yolanda Steele’s main goal, use public opinion to make her die in the spittle of netizens. However, Freya wasn’t a narrow-minded person. For such a trivial matter, she wouldn’t make a fuss. She would take good care of herself for the sake of her child.

“Who is this person? It’s simply unreasonable. How can they say such nasty things, even cursing someone to death?” Linda expressed her indignation!

The comments under the video were almost entirely condemning Freya. Looking at them made Linda angry. Freya calmed her emotions and smiled at Linda, saying, “Don’t mind it. It’s not real anyway. I know whether I’ve done anything morally wrong. I’m clear in my conscience, so there’s nothing to fear.”

She wouldn’t overly concern herself for the sake of her child.

Freya gently touched her belly.

“But…” Linda couldn’t bear it. Her gaze inadvertently swept over Freya, who was touching her belly, and she asked, “Madam, is your stomach uncomfortable?”

Freya quickly withdrew her hand. “No.”

“Recently, I’ve noticed you seem to have a little belly. Did you gain some weight? But your face and arms haven’t changed at all.” Linda said, puzzled.

Freya quickly explained, “I gained weight, but it’s just in my belly.”

“By the way, Linda, can you do me a favor?”

Linda nodded, “What do you need? Just tell me.”

Freya handed all the clothes she wanted to take with her to Linda. “Can you take them to the dry cleaner for me?”

“So many to wash?”

Freya nodded. She felt much better physically and she needed to find an opportunity to leave. Dragging it out any longer would make it difficult to conceal her growing belly. Of course, she had to leave discreetly, quietly and without a trace. That way, no one could find her.

Linda took the clothes to be cleaned, and she reminded Freya, “Don’t go online to read about that news, or it will be upsetting.”

Freya nodded and said, “I know.”

Linda was truly a good person. She was sincerely good to her. If there was anything Freya would miss about this place, it would be Linda.

Freya took a deep breath.

After Linda returned, she said it would take five or six days to get the clothes back due to the quantity. Freya said it was okay, and she wasn’t in a hurry to wear them.

Elijah didn’t come back at night. Freya didn’t mind. Without work, she stayed in the villa, doing part-time online consulting as a doctor and taking care of herself. She stayed indoors, not paying attention to the news. And she didn’t care how the situation developed.

Several days in a row, Elijah didn’t return. Freya thought it was a good opportunity to leave. So, she told Linda, “Give me the clothes receipt, I’ll go pick up my clothes.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“I’ll go get them for you.” Linda said.

“I want to go out for some fresh air and bring them back myself.” Said Freya. In fact, she was planning to leave directly with the clothes.

Linda handed her the clothes receipt, and Freya looked at Linda, extending her arms to hug her. “Linda, I’ll miss you.”

Linda laughed, “What nonsense are you talking? We’ll see each other again.”

Freya couldn’t explain, so she just smiled at her and then left. As soon as she arrived at the dry cleaner’s, her phone rang. Instead of going in, she answered the call.

“Freya, do you remember me?”

Freya thought for a moment before remembering, “Ms Quinn.”

“Yes, it’s me. Do you know my husband works in drug research? Their company celebrated the successful development of a drug and organized a celebration party in the evening. We have a solo dance teacher here who got burned and can’t perform on stage. I thought of you and your dancing skills; you can handle a solo dance…”

“Um…” Freya interrupted, “I can’t go on stage.”

She was pregnant and couldn’t wear high heels to dance. Moreover, Latin dance was too passionate and dynamic, and the costumes were tight, revealing a noticeable bulge in her lower abdomen.

Ms Quinn fell silent for a moment. “I see.”

“I’m sorry,” Freya said.

“I saw you playing the piano for the students during class once; it was excellent. How about performing a piano solo? It’s not that I insist on finding you, but the program is already arranged, and if one act is missing, it won’t be enough. The dance teachers all have their own programs.”

Ms Quinn seemed somewhat pleading.

Freya looked up at the laundry shop, thinking that their successful development of anti-cancer drugs was indeed worth celebrating. So, she decided to stay one more day.

“Alright then.”

“Thank you. I won’t let you help me for nothing.” Ms Quinn said with a smile.

Freya didn’t mind getting any benefits. The main thing was that Mr and Mrs Quinn were both good people.

“At 8 o’clock this evening, come to Regeneration Road No. 109, Racom Pharmaceutical R&D Center.”

“Okay,” Freya replied, and added, “Do I need to prepare anything?”

“No, your presence is enough.” Ms Quinn said.

Freya didn’t go into the laundry shop; she would come back tomorrow to pick up the clothes. After leaving today, she didn’t immediately go back but thought of taking a walk outside.

However, someone recognized her, and people were pointing fingers at her. She had no choice but to return home.

It must be said that the power of the internet is formidable. Yolanda did cause her harm; she would even be scolded by people on the street.

Linda saw her empty-handed and asked, “Where are the clothes?”

“There are still two pieces not ready, I’ll pick them up next time.” Freya answered and smiled in response.

At eight o’clock in the evening, she arrived at the venue on time. Ms Quinn had prepared a beautiful costume for her. The exquisite performance gown was somewhat similar to a wedding dress, with a large and puffy skirt that completely covered her belly. It highlighted her slender neck, delicate collarbones, and graceful arms while showcasing the beautiful aspects.

In the backstage area, a makeup artist gave Freya a simple makeover.

Freya belonged to the natural beauty type. Too much makeup would diminish her original advantages.

She was the first one to go on stage. Originally, the opening performance was supposed to be a dance, but there was a change in plans. The host delivered an impassioned speech, followed by the CEO’s speech, and finally, the evening began.

Freya walked onto the stage slowly.

In the audience, Maddox Greyson sat beside Elijah Silverton. “Mr Silverton, do you remember Miss Stone?”


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