Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 121

“No major renovations?” I say.

“No.”

“You like it as it is?”

“Mostly, yes. I always knew it just needed some TLC.”

Ana’s eyes are glowing, reflecting mine, I’m sure.

Are we talking about the house, or me?

“Okay.” Gia gives us a quick glance before pitching a revised plan. “I think I get where you’re coming from, Ana. How about if we retain the glass wall, but have it open out onto a larger deck that’s in keeping with the Mediterranean style. We have the stone terrace there already. We can put in pillars in matching stone, widely spaced so you’ll still have the view. Add a glass roof, or tile it as per the rest of the house. It’ll also make a sheltered alfresco dining and seating area.”

Ana looks impressed.

Gia continues, “Or instead of the deck, we could incorporate a wood color of your choice into the glass doors—that might help to keep the Mediterranean spirit.”

“Like the bright blue shutters in the South of France,” Ana says, looking at me.

I’m not keen on the idea, but I’m not going to shoot her down in front of Ms. Matteo. Besides, if that’s what Ana wants, she can have it. I’ll learn to live with it. I ignore Gia, preening beside me.

“Ana, what do you want to do?” I ask.

“I like the deck idea.”

“Me, too.”

Ana turns her attention to Gia. “I think I’d like to see revised drawings, showing the bigger deck and pillars that are in keeping with the house.”

“Sure,” Gia says to Ana. “Any other issues?”

“Christian wants to remodel the master suite,” Ana says.

Another discreet cough interrupts us.

“Taylor?”

“I need to confer with you on an urgent matter, Mr. Grey.”

and address Gia. “Mrs. Grey is in charge of this project. She has absolute carte blanche.

leave them, and follow Taylor into his office. Prescott is there, seated at the CCTV monitor bank. Over her shoulder, all the feeds from around the apartment and also from the perimeter of Escala and the garage are on display.

“Mr.

“Evening. What gives?”

Taylor grabs a chair from his small conference table and places it beside Prescott. He gestures to me to sit

from over the weekend from downstairs and outside. She found this.” Taylor nods at her, and using her mouse, Prescott clicks start on one of the screens.

A grainy image begins to play. It shows a man in coveralls walking toward the front entrance

Fuck. “It’s Jack Hyde,” I murmur, and he has his hair tied back. “When was this?”

His hair is lighter here; he must have been wearing a wig in the server room at Grey House.

“Sir, I’ve isolated all the footage I can find of him at around this time,” Prescott says.

“Interesting. What else do you

runs through several clips of Hyde: at the front door, at the opening to the

Cunning bastard.

It’s weirdly fascinating to watch him.

“Have you sent this to Welch?”

“Not yet,” Taylor says. “I thought you’d better see it first.”

“Send it to him. Perhaps he

“Will do. This might be just the clue they need. Though, I learned today they haven’t found him yet. He’s still not been to his apartment, sir.”

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