Freya's POV
Seeing my discomfort in the atmosphere, Mack Ben suggested softly, "We should leave now."
"But shouldn't we bid farewell to Grandpa Ben first?"
"There's no need. He's likely engrossed in a chess match with Grandpa Porter right now."
Given the circumstances, interrupting them seemed inappropriate.
Mack Ben escorted me to his car. Just as I prepared to inquire about our next destination, my phone buzzed insistently.
Jordan Kenneth was calling again.
After ending the conversation, I turned to Mack Ben with a somewhat defeated expression. "I'm afraid I need to return to the office for some urgent matters before my departure to Mystique tomorrow."
A slight crease appeared between his brows, creating an attractive furrow across his handsome features.
"I'll come along with you."
His response caught me off guard. "Don't you have other commitments today?"
