312. Spies In The AG Group

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At GreyHills City.

Sitting across from the man at the dining table, Freya didn't touch her food, staring at the table blankly, a sullen look on her face.

“Won't you eat? What's the matter now, Heidi?” Steve said, sounding displeased. “Do you think starving yourself will change anything?”

Looking up, Fraya murmured, “You wouldn't let me attend Grandma's anniversary. Steve Anderson, you've kept me locked up in this Villa for many days. Why?”

Steve frowned, gripping the utensil. “What's the use of whining about that? You're not a child, Heidi.”

“But I want to go out.” She sighed. “Is there a reason why you are doing all these? Would you mind telling me why you wouldn't even let me manage the company anymore?”

Steve sighed, rising to his feet. He circled the table and stood behind her, dropping his palms on her shoulders. “You want to know why?” He whispered, leaning down. “Because you cook good food. You take good care of the house. I am sure you can also take good care of the child