Chapter 295 An Average Face?
Freya’s mind was racing as she stood frozen, her eyes still following Athena and Fitch as they walked away. The name “Chelsea Stella” echoed in her head, a name that seemed to weigh heavier with each passing second.
Athena had introduced herself with such confidence, but Freya couldn’t shake off the feeling that something wasn’t adding up. Chelsea Stella was known to be reclusive, her personal life a mystery to most. And yet, Athena had just breezed through the introduction, acting as though she had always been part of the public eye, as though the name and its weight didn’t faze her in the slightest.
“Could she really be Chelsea?” Freya muttered under her breath, a mix of disbelief and confusion settling in her gut.
She quickly glanced down at her phone, pulling up the information on Chelsea Stella she had carefully compiled over the past few months. The image of Athena from just moments ago seemed to clash with the detailed resume she had—Chelsea was a prominent figure, yes, but she was also known for her mysterious, almost hidden life. She was not someone who would casually mingle in such a public manner, especially in an environment like this one. And yet, there Athena was, confidently playing golf, holding her own in a conversation with Fitch Bloor.
Freya scrolled through the details of Chelsea’s background again. 28 years old. Rose Stella’s granddaughter. Sick as a child, kept out of the public eye. The founder of Chelsea Investment Company, famous for her acquisition of a century-old luxury car brand. There was no way this could be Athena, right?
But the more Freya thought about it, the more her doubts grew. Could Athena be hiding something? Or could she have been part of the Stella family all along without Freya ever knowing it?
“Why would she lie about her identity?” Freya muttered, her fingers trembling as she tapped the screen, flipping through pages of corporate data. Chelsea Stella’s public persona was carefully guarded, with only a few pictures circulating online. Athena didn’t fit the image of a woman who had been confined to the shadows for so long. She was graceful, confident, and far too well-versed in public life. She acted like someone who had always belonged there.
Freya’s mind was working overtime. She needed answers, but she also knew she had to be careful. If Athena truly was Chelsea Stella, Freya would have to approach this situation delicately. There was no telling how Athena might react if she discovered Freya had been digging into her past.
As she stared at her phone, Freya realized she had to act quickly. She couldn’t let this slip through her fingers, not when the pieces of the puzzle were finally starting to fit together.
But as she walked back toward the golf course, her thoughts were still spinning. What if Athena had known Freya would recognize her? What if this whole encounter had been staged?
Freya’s head spun with the possibilities, but one thing was for certain: she had to find out more. Athena, or rather Chelsea, had just entered a game she hadn’t planned on playing. And Freya wasn’t about to let her get away without digging deeper.
Meanwhile, as Athena and Fitch arrived at the lounge, Athena’s thoughts were far from Freya’s suspicions. She had always prided herself on her ability to navigate through conversations without letting anything slip. Fitch’s lighthearted comments didn’t faze her. In fact, they only made her more determined to keep her cards close to her chest.
Fitch, oblivious to the inner turmoil of the women around him, took a seat and smiled. “I must say, Ms. Stella, your approach is refreshing. Most people would have let the game drag on, but you kept things sharp and straight to the point.”
Athena sat down across from him, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp. “Thank you, Mr. Bloor. I believe in making the most of our time. You never know when an opportunity might slip away.”
Fitch chuckled and nodded, but something in his expression changed as he looked at her. “You’re not just a businesswoman, are you? There’s more to you. I can tell.”
Athena smiled, but there was a flicker of uncertainty behind her calm facade. “We all have our secrets, Mr. Bloor. It’s just a matter of knowing when to share them.”
The conversation shifted back to business, but Athena couldn’t shake the feeling that things were starting to get complicated. What had Freya seen? And what would she do with this new information?
She knew she had to be careful. There were more eyes on her than she realized, and she couldn’t afford any slip-ups. As the meeting continued, Athena’s thoughts remained focused on one thing: she had to stay one step ahead.