RED NOTES AND KISSES
Chapter 130: FRIDA - 130

Chapter 130: FRIDA: Chapter 130

The wind was brisk as Frida and Laz stepped out into the cool night air. They didn’t speak at first, the tension between them palpable. Laz moved with a slight limp, his exhaustion evident, but he kept up with Frida’s determined pace.

"Where are we going?" Laz finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Back to the party," Frida said without hesitation. Her voice was firm, but her mind raced with doubts.

Laz raised an eyebrow. "I thought we were escaping?"

"We are," Frida replied. "But first, I need to confront Evelyn. If I don’t do this now, she will do something crazy!"

"And what’s the plan when we get there?"

Frida hesitated. She hadn’t figured out the details yet, but she wasn’t about to admit that. "I don’t know I’m still thinking about it." she chuckled nervously, offering a weak smile.

Laz groaned. "Then it’s a really super bad idea!."

Frida stopped abruptly, turning to face him. Her expression softened as she placed a hand on his arm. "I know and I’m still figuring things out but I need you to trust me."

He looked at her, intensely and nodded, but there was a flicker of worry in his eyes. "I do I just don’t want you to get hurt Frida."

Frida smiled "I know I completely understand but I have to get stronger, or my enemies will eat me alive."

Laz smirked, with a look of pride in his eyes "I have the coolest girlfriend ever!"

The party was still in full swing when they slipped inside. The grand estate hall was bathed in golden light, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses spilling out into the night. Frida felt a pang of anxiety as they slipped into the kitchen of busy chefs, she grabbed to outfits of the hook and tossed on to Laz.

Laz smirked at her "Brilliant my love." He whispered as the slipped into a small changing room locking the door behind them.

"This is about a good time to have dangerously wild sex." Frida teased.

Laz who just took off his shirt legit went on one knee and kiss the feet Frida had raised to slip on the skirt for the chef outfit.

"Laz are you crazy?" She whispered in shock.

He smirked "You should know me by now love." He snaked his tongue in the arch between her knees.

"I’m obsessed!"

He kissed up her thighs when a loud knock startled them "Chef milla, Chef curry!" Someone called out "Hurry up the food is being delayed because of y’all.

Frida and Laz snickered hurrying to put on the clothes.

Laz and Frida easily blended into the kitchen as Laz was already a cooking genuine "Garnish the chicken in five minutes lets serve them!" The head chef barked and they flinched.

"Yes sir!" They yelled on top their lungs.

Laz was a natural he began chopping onions, garlic, spice that even had the rest of the chefs mesmerized and made Frida give him that dreamy look.

"That’s my man!" She thought hailing him by taking the perfectly ready chicken out of the boiling oil for him.

"Your awesome baby." He complimented giving her a kiss.

"Alright everyone let’s go out and serve! " the chef announced once Laz was done and they lifted the trays.

Frida and Laz opted for wearing face masks.

The butler at the door gave them a suspicious look but said nothing as they slipped inside. Frida straightened her posture nervously, smoothing the fabric of her skirt as they walked into the busy and lively main dinner hall. She scanned the room, her eyes locking onto Evelyn, who was engaged in conversation with Mr. Hemsworth.

Evelyn’s gaze flicked toward Frida, and Frida turned her back to her. She spoke into the ear piece to Laz "Now" she said.

Laz slipped back into the now empty kitchen as the chefs had gone to display their tricks with the food for the guests.

And he set the kitchen on fire...the pressed the war piece "All set." He said.

Frida smirked walking to the nearest fire alarm behind a Pilar she pressed it.

It’s loud blaring noise sounded in the entire room and water sprinkled from the ceiling.

Everyone screamed then started running in a very unorderly fashion and Frida stared smiling at the chaos as her eyes met Evelyn who was being led out from across the room by her father.

"Frida," Evelyn said coolly through a tight lipped sneer.

"Surprise," Frida whispered with a satisfactory smile.

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she looked Laz up and down, her lip curling in disdain. "And who is this? Another one of your... distractions?"

Frida bristled at the comment but kept her tone even. "This is Laz. He’s with me."

Evelyn’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—disapproval, perhaps, or amusement. "How charming," she said dryly.

Frida crossed her arms, refusing to be intimidated. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Very well. Follow me."

She led Frida to a side room, leaving Laz behind. The room was smaller and more intimate, with dark wood paneling and a roaring fireplace. Evelyn closed the door behind them, turning to face Frida with a look of cold amusement.

"What is it you want, Frida? Another tantrum? Another desperate attempt to embarrass me?"

Frida took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I want you to back off. No more forcing me into engagements, no more blackmail. I’m done playing your games."

Evelyn laughed, the sound cold and mirthless. "Oh, Frida. You’ve always been so dramatic. Do you really think you have any power here?"

"I do," Frida said, surprising even herself with the conviction in her voice. "I’m not afraid of you anymore."

Evelyn’s smile faded, her eyes narrowing. "You should be. You’ve spent your entire life under my protection, living off my generosity. Do you really think you can survive without me?"

"I don’t need you," Frida said, her voice rising. "I never did. You’ve controlled me with your lies and manipulation, but I’m done. I’m taking my life back."

Evelyn’s expression darkened, her composure slipping for the first time. "You ungrateful little—"

Before she could finish, the door burst open, and Laz stepped inside.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said, his tone casual, "but I couldn’t help overhearing."

Evelyn glared at him. "Get out."

"No," Laz said, his voice firm. "Frida’s right. You don’t own her. And if you try to ruin her life, you’ll have to deal with me."

Evelyn sneered. "And who are you? A street rat with delusions of grandeur? You’re nothing."

Laz didn’t flinch. "Maybe. But I’m not afraid of you. And neither is Frida."

Frida felt a surge of gratitude and admiration for Laz. For the first time, she truly believed they could stand up to Evelyn together.

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The confrontation didn’t end there. Evelyn’s threats grew more vicious, but Frida and Laz held their ground. By the time they left the room, Frida felt a sense of liberation she hadn’t felt in years.

The rest of the party passed in a blur. Frida and Laz avoided the guests, slipping out as soon as they could. They walked in silence for a while, the cool night air refreshing after the tension of the evening.

"So, what now?" Laz asked, breaking the silence.

Frida smiled, her first genuine smile in what felt like forever. "Now we start over. Together."

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The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Frida and Laz moved into a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, far from Evelyn’s reach. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs.

Frida found a job at a local clinic, using her medical training to help those in need. It wasn’t the glamorous life she’d grown up with, but it was fulfilling in a way she hadn’t expected.

Laz, meanwhile, found work at a nearby garage, his skills with cars earning him the respect of his coworkers.

They settled into a routine, their days busy but rewarding. In the evenings, they would sit on their tiny balcony, watching the sunset and dreaming about the future.

For the first time in her life, Frida felt free.

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But freedom came with its challenges. Evelyn wasn’t one to give up easily, and her influence reached further than Frida had anticipated. Rumors began to spread—about Frida’s "disgrace," about Laz’s "criminal past."

Frida tried to ignore them, but they weighed on her. She knew Evelyn was behind it, but proving it was another matter.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony, Frida turned to Laz. "We need to fight back," she said, her voice resolute.

Laz looked at her, his expression thoughtful. "What do you have in mind?"

Frida hesitated, then smiled. "I have an idea."

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The plan was risky, but Frida was determined. With Laz’s help, she began gathering evidence of Evelyn’s corruption—financial records, emails, anything they could find.

It wasn’t easy. Evelyn was careful, her tracks well-covered. But Frida was relentless, her determination fueled by years of frustration and anger.

As the weeks passed, they pieced together a picture of Evelyn’s empire—her connections, her deals, her secrets. It was enough to bring her down, but they needed a way to expose it.

Frida turned to Laz. "Do you still have that friend in the media?"

Laz