My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Now, You’re Bossy When the manager learned that Freya wanted to come back to work, he was very pleased. “That’s great! We’re currently in need of people, and as you know, people would rarely apply for this job.” Freya was also delighted. “Can I start work soon?” “Of course, I’m just worried that some might gossip…” “I’m not afraid.” She had already listened to all of that along the way here and believed that with her capabilities, any gossip would soon go away. So, Freya filled out some forms for her new job on the spot. The manager assigned her a new office, and she spent the whole afternoon unpacking her belongings. When she walked back to the office, carrying a pile of books, she saw the certificates of appreciation and photos hanging on the wall. And she was on one of them. Looking up at the photo of her younger self, which appeared somewhat babyish, she couldn’t help but smile. Even though she had not worked in the past two years, she believed she could nail her job. By the time she finished unpacking, it was already getting dark outside. She stretched lazily, feeling a bit weary, and picked up her blazer that was hanging by the side. She draped it over her arm and leisurely made her way out. There was a low-key black Bugatti parked on the side of the road. Freya took a casual glance at it and then looked away. Suddenly, someone called respectfully, “Madam.” There was no one around, so the word “Madam” could only be directed at her. Furrowing her brows, she noticed a man with glasses smiling at her. “Madam, Mr. Monaghan is looking for you. He wants you to go back to the family’s house with him tonight.”

The car window was slowly rolled down, and Radley’s flawless profile appeared in Freya’s sight. His gaze was icy, and he stared at her as if he wasn’t asking her to do him a favor. Hence, Freya felt a little mischievous. She smirked and spoke firmly, “First of all, don’t call me ‘Madam.’Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Secondly, if Mr. Monaghan has something to say, he can get out of the car and tell me himself.” The assistant was in a dilemma and was about to turn around to say something to Radley when the latter opened the car door and got out. “Now, you’re bossy.” Radley lowered his gaze and looked at her. With her eyebrows raised, Freya gave him a look and was about to reply, but he continued, “I’m not asking the favor for myself. Grandma wants to see you.” Noticing Freya’s confusion, he added, “Grandma is getting old, so I haven’t told her that we got divorced. And she likes you a lot.” … One of Freya’s great virtue was that she was very filial, especially to the elders. And even more to those who liked her. Perhaps Radley had figured that out because he had a confident look as if he was sure she would agree. Although she felt a little disgruntled, she would never let herself be at a disadvantage. “Sure, I’ll come.” Freya crossed her arms and slightly lifted her chin. “Tell your assistant to drive my car back, or I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow.” Radley narrowed his eyes at her words. If his assistant drove her car, then he would have to drive himself. Was she asking him to be her driver? Tsk, she had planned it well. At the same time, Freya stared back at him. She bet that he would have to agree. As expected, Radley lifted his chin to motion his assistant. Smirking, Freya fished out her car key and threw it into the assistant’s arms. “It’s a white Land Rover, thanks.” Then, she opened the back door of the Bugatti, bent slightly, and got in. The assistant held the key in hand and hesitated. “Mr. Monaghan…”

With a poker face, Radley ordered flatly, “Do what she said.” At this moment, Freya poked her head out of the window and gave the assistant an address. Of course, she wasn’t stupid enough to tell the assistant the address of her family’s house. She only gave him the address of her own small apartment. After spelling out her address, she raised her eyebrows at Radley and beamed brightly. “Let’s go.” The car window was then closed, and her profile disappeared from Radley’s sight. He let out a faint laugh before sitting in the driver’s seat. In the back passenger’s seat, Freya felt relaxed and crossed her legs. Finally, she made this arrogant man suffer a bit. Along the way, Radley briefly recounted to her the things that she used to do when visiting his family in the past, which bored Freya to no end. Eventually, she waved her hand to stop him. “I know, I know. Who wouldn’t know how to make the elderly happy?” Radley was really worried that she would give herself out. After all, the current her was vastly different from her past self. However, when he saw her put on a loving smile, run happily to his grandmother, and affectionately call the latter “Grandma,” he realized that he had overthought things. Freya amused the elderly lady with her antics. The latter couldn’t hide her fondness for Freya. While Freya was also beaming, she secretly thought that the elderly lady was very lovable and much better than her grandson. “Freya, you haven’t come to see me in so long. Do you not miss me already?” “How could that be? Grandma, I’ve been too busy lately.” The old lady lightly flicked Freya on the forehead and said, “You sweet talker. Here, have some freshly cut fruits. It’s still a while until dinner.” “Okay!” Just as Freya extended out her arm, she heard a displeased voice behind her. It was sharp and sarcastic. “Who taught you the bad habit of eating without washing your hands after coming home?”