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 on his

thousand dollars. You should take

have been in prison before, so I don’t

easy all these years; she was always being scolded and even beaten by

never repay

getting treatment in the hospital, and it

was willing to do anything for

fell in the Red Shift of Saeville, and Freya was forced to kneel and

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

it. She knew it would be hard for people like her to look for a job; she only managed to

I’ll wipe your shoes for you.” Freya wanted to use her hands to wipe off the water

woman suddenly rushed into the toilet and vomited on the sink; it seemed like she

was holding a bucket of water, and the woman bumped directly into

rich and powerful; he did not dare to offend any of

Freya and scolded, “What the f*ck

the matter?” A man asked playfully; his voice was nice

and hurriedly made way

casual clothes, and his facial features were sharp and handsome. And

frightened hearing his voice;

contain her

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

the floor; she was unhealthily skinny, but he could still recognize

her chin, and

his grip when

Her face is ruined.

run away, but he grabbed

their faces when they saw her.

“It’s really Freya!”

the one who

rumored that Mr. Morgan sent her

face!” “She’s so

Freya was not on good terms with the Rivera and Morgan families, so they

at her and smiled dryly. “When did you get out of prison? Why don’t you tell me beforehand so

Nathaniel!

hearing his

most trusted childhood friend and also by her beloved fiancé; her family was ruined; her life

fears toward the two of

his hands, and she was

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

her shoes kept shouting that

was taken by surprise. Is she still the

could not recognize her; she looked

but she was skinny and hunched her back; it seemed like she was a dying