Hunt A CEO Husband For My Mommy

Chapter 29 Humiliation

Chapter 29 Humiliation

"Shannon is my assistant, and I think she can take good care of Daniel." Freya retorted as she thought Austin's words didn't make any sense to her. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Anyway, I'll be responsible for keeping Daniel safe from now on. You can go now if you have work to do. You can let Daniel stay with me." Austin expressed his thoughts in a glum tone.

"It's OK, Mommy. You can go to work now. I can stay here with daddy. There is so much I need to share with him!" Daniel said as he didn't want to leave his father at all.

Freya had an impulse to drag Daniel out of there, but she had to leave soon because Amber kept urging her. With clenched teeth, she muttered, "OK, then. I'll pick you up after work."

"That won't be necessary. I'll take Daniel home, and my driver will take you there after you finish work." Austin said. He didn't want to be separated from Daniel either.

Freya was indignant, but she kept quiet because Daniel was around. She had always avoided expressing her rage in front of her son.

"OK!" Freya said as she felt compelled to give in. She fixed her eyes on the imposing and distinguished man in front of her and said, "Don't let Daniel eat any weird thing. Also, your air conditioning is too cold. Please turn it up a little."

Austin frowned, feeling displeased because he thought Freya was controlling him.

"I believe I am absolutely capable of taking care of my son," Austin said in an unhappy tone. He thought to himself, "Why is she so nosy?"

"It would be great if you could keep your word," Freya said. Before leaving, she gave Daniel a sweet smile and said, "See you later, honey."

Daniel kissed Freya on the cheek and told her, "Take care, Mommy."

Freya bowed her head and rushed out the door after nodding.

"Could you please have your driver take Mommy to work, Daddy?" Daniel asked Austin immediately because he didn't want Freya to waste a lot of time waiting for cabs.

Austin would do whatever his son asked because he hoped they could form a bond as soon as possible.

"OK," Austin said, smiling. He then dialed his driver's number and said, "Go to the main entrance and look for Freya Brooks, a woman in a gray suit. Please drop her off at my place after she finishes her business."

After leaving the Campbell Group headquarters, Freya was greeted by a middle-aged man who waved as she walked ahead. "Excuse me, are you Miss Brooks? I'm Mr. Campbell's driver. He asked me to drive you somewhere."

His words caught Freya off guard. She subconsciously glanced up at the skyscraper behind her, wondering if Austin would really be that kind to her.

Freya knew that getting a taxi at this hour would be difficult, so she nodded and said, "Perfect! That's very kind of you."

She would never say no to a ride to work.

Freya told the driver the address after she got in the car. They soon arrived at the meeting place.

As she got out of the car, the driver said, "I'll be waiting for you here, Miss Brooks. Mr. Campbell requested I drive you to his house in the evening."

Freya thought Austin was an obnoxious and arrogant weirdo, but she always treated others with respect. She nodded with a smile on her face, "OK. Thanks."

After dashing into the cafe, Freya headed immediately to the booth Linda had mentioned. As Freya approached the booth, she saw Linda sitting on a couch with Amber, who was wearing a fancy red dress. Amber was sitting with her legs crossed and drinking from a wine glass, looking condescending as ever.

"She's finally here!" Amber said after a sneer.

"I want to talk to Miss Brooks in private," Amber then told Linda, "so you guys can go now."

Linda nodded. She gave Freya an encouraging look before leaving with her assistant.

Amber laughed as the door closed behind her. When she noticed Freya was flustered and out of sorts, she smiled smugly. "Why don't you take a look at yourself? I can't help but feel sorry for you."

"Do you think there's anything wrong with my design?" Freya asked seriously.

Amber grunted, then let out a sharp sneer. "What kind of design is this? An elementary school student can do better than you. Can you assure me that the millions I spent on your draft were not wasted?"