My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 300 Mr Inken’s Treat 

Freya lived in the innermost room, while Brisa’s room was right next to hers.

After they returned to their rooms and put away their luggage, Freya finished washing up and went out, only to see Brisa walking out with a smile on her face and her phone in her hand.

“Did you see the message from Ink?” Brisa asked.

“What message? I was taking a shower just now and didn’t see it.”

Freya approached Brisa, and the screen of her phone was already filled with messages from

Ink.

Ink: You guys left without telling me anything!

Ink sent a lot of pictures: some of them were of him waiting for them in front of the airport, and some in the restaurant, where a private room had already been reserved.

The dishes were already served, and there was also a collection-grade red wine.

On top of that, his handsome face, which was originally delicate, now looked even more pitiful with resentment.

Freya sighed, “Didn’t we send him a message?”

“I did, but he said he was waiting for us at the airport and didn’t see the message.”

Hearing that, Freya chuckled. “Let’s not let him resent us like this. After all, we have free time. tonight, so why don’t we go over?”

“That’s what I had in mind.” Brisa smiled.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She had already finished washing up, and her hair was still slightly damp.

The two of them walked out of the villa, and Brisa borrowed a car from the production team.

The night view of Hartterre was new to them, especially in early February, as the cold wind at night was freezing cold.

Freya shivered as she tried to enjoy the night view. However, the moment the cold wind. blew, she immediately closed the car window tightly.

“I don’t know what the organizing committee was thinking, having a contest by the seaside in the middle of winter,” she complained.

“It must have been proposed by the production team. After all, this is the best and most famous scenery in Hartterre. Even in winter, it doesn’t affect the beauty of Pink Beach. No matter how authoritative the organizing committee is, as long as they need money, they will still listen to some of the opinions proposed by the investors.” Brisa smiled.

Freya nodded, and the two of them drove toward the location given by Ink.

The Pink Beach was in the north of Hartterre, while the restaurant chosen by Ink was in the bustling city center.

When the two of them arrived at the restaurant, Ink was already slumped on the sofa in the private room, looking lazy..

As soon as Brisa entered, she immediately mocked, “Mr. Inken, what’s wrong with you? Are you acting like a delicate young master in front of the two of us?”

Hearing that, Inken stood up and smiled. “Brisa, it seems like you don’t want to take on any more tasks recently.”

“What’s the matter? Are you seeking revenge? As the esteemed Mr. Inken of the Callahan family, you shouldn’t be so petty, right?”

“I’ve always been like this, haven’t I?”

Inken smiled, then turned to look at Freya next to him and said, “Green Scylla, you’re here.”

Brisa immediately became unhappy upon hearing that.

“Inken, your preferential treatment is too obvious!”

The three of them sat down at the table, chatting for a while, and then Inken mentioned the perfumery contest.

“I’ve read the comments online, and I think you don’t need to pay attention to those idle talk. We trust you.” Inken smiled, “You never go into battles unprepared.”

“I heard that the Callahan family is also one of the investors this time.” Freya smiled.

Inken nodded, “Originally, our family wasn’t interested in perfumery contests like this, but this time, it’s being held in Hartterre. The organizers approached my father, and since it was a big contest, we obliged. But I didn’t expect you to come and compete.”

The three of them chatted while eating.

At the same time, Inken revealed some information.

“I heard that there is a master coming to compete this year. She was the champion of the previous contest.”

Brisa frowned upon hearing that. “Why would the previous champion come to compete? Isn’t that like the top scorer in SAT going to college for a few years and then coming back to take the exam again?”

Inken nodded. “I overheard a bit when those people introduced her to my father. The contestants this year are generally more outstanding than in previous years, and this previous champion is Helga Zander. After becoming famous, she immediately immigrated to Mutrya and started her own luxury perfume brand. But recently, she has received some criticism due to the sourcing of some raw materials involving child labor in Nibia, which has dealt a big blow to her brand.

She came this time to expand the brand’s visibility and make up for the previous losses. Otherwise, the investors and shareholders who invested in her wouldn’t let her off.”

“Well, she’s here to fight back this time.”

“Yes, Helga has always had a bad reputation in their industry. Although she is skilled in blending perfumes, she has a bad reputation. Whether it’s a business contest or the previous contest, there are rumors that she is good at using underhanded tactics. You have to be careful this time. If she loses this match, it’s like she’s lost everything. Anyone who has influenced her quest for the championship will be regarded by her as formidable rivals.”

Freya nodded. “I’ll keep Helga in mind.”

“Just remembering Helga is not enough. Her nickname name is Lya. Helga doesn’t like being called by her christened name, probably because she thinks it sounds tacky.” Inken said with interest.

“Helga is not a tacky name. It’s much better than your name, Inken,” Brisa said.

Hearing that, Inken narrowed his gaze. “Brisa, persistently singling me out like this might lead to some misunderstanding.”

“What kind of misunderstanding?” Brisa smiled. “I’m doing it on purpose, so there’s no need for misunderstandings.”

“I’ve read online that girls often tease guys they secretly like to get their attention.” Inken chuckled before adding, “Turns out you have that kind of interest in me?”

Inken’s appearance was exquisitely handsome, with a blend of tenderness and sharpness the wasn’t conventionally feminine.

However, his sarcastic manner hurt Bria’s feelings.

Brisa almost jumped from her seat.