[Two] Strategies to Seize People's Wives
Anger from a Mother

Mark pulled Freya into his arms. He could not ignore the roaring cries of his subordinates, the woman spilled all the burdens she had been carrying all this time alone through her cries.

"Cry as much as you do until your heart is calm" whispered Mark quietly.

That guy was very nice. He is willing to give his embrace to the wife of the person who is being tormented inwardly.

Freya does seem to have a lot of burdens. Although he tried to hide it, Mark could still see Freya's sadness through the woman's blank stare.

"Warm ..comfortable."

"And my parents held me like this."

"I'll never be lonely."

"And my husband hugged me like this. I'll be happy."

Freya monologued in her heart. She was really comfortable in Mark's arms.

For a moment the atmosphere became silent. There was only the sound of Isak crying Freya playing like a sad melody.

Mark stroked Freya's back gently. Trying to calm the woman.

After Freya was calm. He immediately distanced himself from Mark's body.

Freya wiped away the trace of her tears quickly. He did not want to get involved weak anymore, embarrassed by Mark who was his superior.

The two of them were strangers who had just met.

"Sorry, Sir. Because of my wet shirt," Freya muttered softly not to make Mark angry.

That guy smiled thinly. He rubbed Freya's head back.

"Not to apologize. Next time you need a friend to tell me you can find me. Relax...All your secrets and your disgrace will be safe with me! Evidently many of my friends were looking for me to owe," Mark replied in a joking tone making Freya chuckle a little.

It turned out to be true what Mark's secretary had said earlier as they chatted.

"Pak Mark is indeed a basket eye, sometimes ignorant as well. But, he was the first one who would extend his hand when we were hard."

Now it is proven that Mark is very attentive.

Freya had only been working a few hours ago and she was already comfortable with Mark.

"Have ... Don't cry anymore! Continue your work and never look at me or anyone else blankly. I will touch your kidneys!" threatening Mark with a cold tone made Freya hold back her laughter.

The woman nodded her head gently. Don't forget he's pinched his hair again so he doesn't get hit by Mark's nag.

"I'll get on with work, sir." Freya asked for permission and rushed to her desk.

They are in the same room.

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Freya smiled brightly. His first day working as a secretary went smoothly, he was unceasingly grateful for getting a very good boss and caring for him.

Not to forget Freya bought her son's favorite chocolate cake.

"Noah .. Mama's coming home, baby."

Freya shouted to her son as she ran into his house.

"Noah …. Say–,"

Freya's voice stopped when she saw her son slumped to the floor, because he was beaten by her husband.

The plastic bag with the cake bakery logo in his hand fell to the floor. His chest rumbled violently when he saw his son in pain.

"Ozan .. stop?!" freya shouted loudly as her husband was about to punch her son in the face again.

Freya's voice shrieked intensely, the anger in her chest rumbling violently. Thrashing to get out, his hands clenched tightly.

His eyes are red and teary. This time Ozan has missed out. Freya will not remain silent.

Ozan heard the screams of his wife. He turned his attention to Freya who had just returned home.

"Mama," call Marcel weak with a bloody mouth.

Freya clenched her hands tightly. His only child has been hurt by Ozan.

That man is truly a demon.

Freya did not remain silent. A mother's anger flared in the chest. The war flag was involved in his mind.

Ozan must be countered.

The man who has hurt his son must be hurt.

"Good you go home, your bastard son is very–,"

Ozan has not finished his speech. Freya immediately picked up a glass flower pot nearby and then threw it towards Ozan hitting the man's head.

Prang.

"Think of that bastard?!" freya jerk is tight. Not stopping there, he immediately ran towards Ozan who staggered backwards.

Bugh.

He kicked Ozan in the stomach with all his might making the already injured and dizzy Ozan, as a lot of blood coming out of his head fell to the floor.

"Go to hell, God damn it!" wrath Freya.

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