"Andrew, wait… is someone trying to kill you?" Freya's face turned ghostly pale, and her voice was shaky. She could barely get the words out.

Andrew let her go and frowned. "You need to lose weight, Ms. Freya."

Freya flared up. "Excuse me? Are you saying there's something wrong with my figure?"

Andrew replied flatly, "It's not about looks. It's about the weight. If it had been someone else, they wouldn't have been able to carry you and run. They'd be dead already."

Freya was livid. "You—