Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape - Chapter 784

Chapter 784:

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No sooner had the words left the woman’s mouth than her men closed in on Kallie, forming a menacing circle around her.

A wave of fear washed over Kallie. She could practically feel their murderous intent. Her voice trembled slightly. “I’ll call him right now. But I can’t guarantee he’ll come.”

Nodding, the woman leaned back.

Under the woman’s watchful eyes, Kallie dialed Clayton.

Seemingly unaware of the drama unfolding at the hotel, Clayton sounded a bit tired from his own matters. “Kallie, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice tinged with gentleness.

The woman’s expression shifted slightly at the warmth of Clayton’s tone when addressing Kallie. However, she quickly masked her reaction with a playful smile.

Kallie cleared her throat. “Mr. Morgan, a woman wants to speak with you. I think you might know her. She is involved with those who stole my bag earlier.”

A moment of silence hung in the air as Clayton processed the information. His voice swiftly took on an edge of urgency. “Did they force you to make this call?”

Kallie replied, “No, they didn’t.”

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Just then, the woman abruptly grabbed the phone from Kallie’s hand and brought it to her ear. “Clayton, it’s Freya Acosta,” she purred. “We’ve met before, remember? Why are you avoiding me? You’ve even blocked my number! You’re breaking my heart.”

Clayton’s voice hardened. “If you have an issue with me, Freya, then deal with me directly,” he stated coldly. “Leave Kallie out of this. I’ll face the consequences of my own actions. And let me remind you that I have considerable influence here, and Kallie is a member of the Nixon family. I suggest you think carefully before you do anything recklessly.”

Freya’s response was a throaty chuckle, as if Clayton had just told her a hilarious joke. “Oh, Clayton, you must have heard a bit of hearsay about me, right? Do you really think I’m afraid of that? When I want something, I get it, one way or another. If I face any challenges, well, I won’t mind adopting some tactics to have things my way.”

Clayton’s breath quickened, his anger and frustration palpable even through the phone. “Fine.” He finally conceded. “I’ll be there soon.”

Freya ended the call and handed the phone back to Kallie, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“So, you’re a Nixon?” Freya scoffed. “I doubt it. I’ve never seen your face at any of their fancy gatherings.”

Kallie met her gaze, unfazed. “Clayton himself confirmed it. Why would he lie about who I am?”

Freya’s smirk widened, dripping with sarcasm. “Fine. I give you credit for being a Nixon. Sure, I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on a Nixon. But you seem on bad terms with the rest of the Nixon family. Since you’ve messed with me, you better pray you never end up in my mercy.”

Kallie frowned, confusion clouding her features. “Miss Acosta, I honestly have no idea how I’ve pissed you off.”

Freya’s smile was cold. “Stop pretending. I like Clayton. Yet, something is going on between you and him. That alone has messed with me!”

Kallie found her words absurd. “I’ve told you before, I don’t like him. We’re just friends.”

Freya didn’t have a response, her silent anger only building. Frustration gnawed at her, making the situation even more uncomfortable. Kallie wasn’t just a mother of three. She repeatedly claimed her lack of interest in Clayton and seemed to mean her words.

Freya couldn’t understand what Clayton saw in Kallie, and it was painfully clear that Kallie held his attention. Clayton’s protective stance toward Kallie suggested that if Freya acted recklessly against her, it would undoubtedly provoke Clayton’s wrath.

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