Freya halted the moment she heard Adelyn's question.
She had already turned to leave, so her back was still facing her.
However, she didn't turn around immediately.
Nor did Adelyn rush her.
She simply let the silence settle between them —calm, unpressured, almost deliberate.
After a moment, Freya finally turned back.
Her gaze met Adelyn's, and slowly, her lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile ...
"I can handle them," she said gently.
Then, after a brief pause, she added further,
"You don't need to worry about such small matters. Focus on your training first. Leave everything else to me."
Freya didn't deny it.
And that alone was enough for Adelyn to understand—
She had guessed right.
The company was already making its move, trying to pressure Freya into giving her up.
Sooner or later, things would turn ugly.
However—
Adelyn chose to trust her.
If Freya said she could handle it, then it meant she must already have a plan.
