Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 177

Was this Leila’s plan all along?

She knew that if she accosted my wife, then I would come running.

I’m playing into her hands, but I don’t give a fuck.

After an agonizing journey, Taylor pulls up outside SIP and I’m out of the car as soon as he stops at the curb. I don’t bother with reception, but head straight through the double doors toward Ana’s office. At her desk, Hannah looks up. I ignore her, too.

“Mr. G-Grey—”

I burst into Ana’s office, so forcefully that a few papers fall to the floor, amplifying the room’s emptiness.

Shit.

Feeling like a complete idiot, I turn around and glare at Hannah. “Where is she?” I snap, trying not to lose it. She pales and points toward the opposite end of the open-plan floor.

“In the meeting room. I-I’ll take you.”

“I’ll manage, thank you.” Scowling at her, my tone glacial and clipped, I blaze back in the direction I’ve come from, a storm cloud about to burst. I have to remind myself that it’s not her fault. Ignoring the curious glances from the staff at their desks, I pass by the double doors to reception. They open, and Taylor stalks through to join me, but beyond him I catch a glimpse of Susannah Shaw sitting on one of the Chesterfields in the waiting area.

What the hell?

Are all my ex-submissives here?

She’s reading a magazine, so she doesn’t see me.

I

glass wall of the conference room. Without knocking, I barge in and am met by three surprised pairs of eyes. Ana stares at me in shock, then fury. Leila’s eyes widen, but she drops her gaze to the table, as she should. Prescott stares ahead. My first response is relief that Ana is unharmed, but it’s swiftly swept aside

“You,” I address Prescott. “You’re fired. Get out now.” Prescott nods—resigned, I think—and makes her way around the table to leave.

Ana gapes at me. “Christian—” She pushes her chair back, and I know she’s going to stand up and berate me. I hold a finger up in warning.

Prescott, her face

like her old self, and I’d tell her that, if I wasn’t so fucking angry with her right now. Splaying my fingers onto the cool surface

“Christian!” Ana exclaims, shocked, I think, but I ignore her and concentrate my attention on Miss Leila Williams.

“Well?”

Leila’s eyes dart to mine, her face slowly draining of color. “I wanted

“So you came here to harass my wife?”

Leila examines the tabletop again.

Well, I’m here now. You got what you wanted.

I’m mad that I’ve been played, but more livid that she’s

“Leila, if you come anywhere near my wife again, I will cut off all support. Doctors, art school,

“Christian!” Ana tries to interject. She looks distraught, but right now I don’t give a shit, and I silence

“Yes,” Leila says, her voice almost inaudible.

“What’s Susannah doing in reception?”

“She came with me.”

I stand upright and run a hand through my hair.

What am I going to do with her?

“Christian, please,” Ana interjects again. “Leila just wants to say thank you. That’s all.”

question at Leila. “Did

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