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.

much was it?” Frey insisted on asking; Peyton’s denim jacket slipped up, revealing the scar on his waist that was burned by the

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

in prison before, so I don’t have much choice; I

and even beaten by

repay

the

was willing to do

in the Red Shift of Saeville, and Freya was forced to kneel and apologize to a woman

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

years, and she had just got out of it. She knew it would be hard for people like her

Freya wanted to use her hands to wipe off the water stain on the women’s

this woman suddenly rushed into the toilet and vomited on

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

customers here were usually rich and powerful; he did not

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

man asked playfully; his voice was nice

and hurriedly made

silver casual clothes, and his facial features were sharp

hearing his voice; she

not contain her fears at

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

looked at the woman kneeling on the floor; she was unhealthily skinny, but he could

raised her chin, and

his grip when he looked at her

Her face is ruined.

wanted to run away, but he grabbed her wrists and

changed their faces when they

“It’s really Freya!”

the one who attempted

was rumored that Mr. Morgan sent her to

face!” “She’s so ugly

of them knew that Freya was not on good terms with the Rivera

you tell me beforehand so I can pick you up? Nathaniel might be

Nathaniel!

hearing his

trusted childhood friend and also by her

had left were fears

broke away from his hands, and

though it was nearly

her shoes kept shouting

by surprise. Is she still the same proud

her;

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