The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 2 Seeing Him Again

If there was still one good thing in Freya’s life, it would be Peyton, who was trotting toward her now.

Peyton was her high school classmate; anyone who could be admitted to that high school was a top student.

In her sophomore year of high school, Peyton suddenly dropped out of school.

But the two of them were not close back then, so Freya did not pay much attention. It was a few years ago when Nathaniel brought her to a clubhouse, and the two of them bumped into each other. Peyton was a bar girl, and she was being bullied by some rich young men.

As the elder lady of the Gomez family, she just happened to save her. She did not even remember what she had done.

But, to her surprise, Peyton was the only one who paid her visits in jail throughout the years. Her so-called best friends and business partners did not even try to reach out and help her.

There was only Peyton.

Not only did she visit her from time to time, but she also spent her savings to save Freya’s mother, who got into a car accident and fell into a coma. Because of her, her mother was saved.

“Fay, are you okay?” Peyton dressed casually, but there was still heavy makeup on her face. She had severe dark circles underneath her eyes; the customers must have been difficult the night before.

Peyton’s eyes reddened as she said, “Sorry… I couldn’t bail you out.”

Freya grabbed her hand and slowly kneeled to her.

“Fay! What are you doing?”

She hurriedly helped her up and scolded her jokingly. “I’m not an old lady, so why are you kneeling to me? I’m too young for this!”

Peyton was making fun of her, and she let Freya sit on her electric motorcycle; they were heading toward her rented house.

Freya was holding onto Peyton’s waist tightly.

“Peyton, how much did you spend on my mother’s hospital fee?” Freya’s voice was rough; her vocal cords were damaged. Those prison tyrants not only used cigarettes to burn her mouth; they also locked her in the bathroom and set it on fire.

“Hey, we’re friends! It doesn’t matter.” Peyton laughed it off.

Peyton’s denim jacket slipped up, revealing the scar on

paused and smiled. “It roughly cost a few hundred thousand dollars.

please introduce me to a job. I have been in prison before, so

had it easy all these years; she was always being scolded and even beaten by the customers. She wanted

repay enough of her

mother was getting treatment in the hospital, and it cost a great

was willing to

was forced to kneel and apologize to a

and huddled. She was really shivering because she could not

got out of it. She knew it would be hard for people like her to look for a job;

shoes for you.” Freya wanted to use her hands to wipe off the water stain

she was mopping the floor just now, this woman suddenly rushed into the toilet and vomited

woman bumped directly into her; she insisted that she

as the customers here were usually rich

supervisor looked at Freya and scolded, “What

playfully; his voice was nice

hurriedly made way

were sharp and

frightened hearing his voice;

could not contain her fears

and the Gomez family used to be neighbors; he used to climb over the fence of the villa garden and go to play with her. She would never

at the woman kneeling on the floor; she was unhealthily

chin, and

tightened his grip when he looked at her

Her face is ruined.

to run away, but he grabbed her wrists and

around him changed their faces when they saw her. They had complicated looks

“It’s really Freya!”

the one who attempted

rumored that Mr. Morgan

face!” “She’s so ugly with

of them knew that Freya was not on good terms with the Rivera and Morgan families, so

at her and smiled dryly. “When did you get out of prison? Why don’t you tell me beforehand so I can pick you up? Nathaniel might be busy, but

Nathaniel!

even more hearing his name

also by her

were fears toward the

and she was trembling as she

to talk, even though it was nearly a whisper. “Sorry, Mr. Rivera, I’m sorry for causing trouble for

the water stain on her

still the same proud daughter of the Gomez

not recognize her; she

in her twenties, but she was skinny and hunched her back; it seemed like she