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.

it?” Frey insisted on asking; Peyton’s denim jacket slipped up, revealing the scar

a few hundred thousand dollars. You should take care of

introduce me to a job. I have been in prison before, so I don’t have much

even beaten by

never repay enough of her

in the hospital, and it cost

to

and Freya was forced to kneel and apologize

but she knelt and huddled. She was really shivering because she could not

and she had just got out of it. She knew it would be hard for people like her to look for a job; she only managed to work in Red Shift, thanks to

for you.” Freya wanted to use her hands to

toilet and vomited on the sink; it seemed like she

water, and the woman bumped directly into her; she insisted that

usually rich and powerful; he did not

scolded, “What the f*ck is wrong with you?”

asked playfully; his voice was nice and pleasant to the

panicked, and hurriedly made

casual clothes, and his facial features were sharp and handsome. And he was smiling all the time,

was frightened hearing his voice;

could not contain her

name was Jacob, and he was from the Rivera family, which monopolized the shipping industry in Savannah. The Rivera family 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 think that Jacob would gang up with that man to harm

at the woman kneeling on the floor; she

raised her chin, and

his grip when he

Her face is ruined.

away, but he grabbed

their faces when they saw

“It’s really Freya!”

the one who

was rumored that Mr. Morgan

her face!” “She’s

not on good terms with the Rivera and Morgan families, so they all looked down on

did you get out of prison? Why don’t you tell me beforehand so I can pick

Nathaniel!

hearing his name

and also by her beloved fiancé; her family was ruined; her life was far worse than

fears

hurriedly broke away from his hands, and

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

stain on her shoes kept shouting

she still the same proud daughter

her; she looked

was skinny and hunched her back; it seemed like