The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 91 Alexander Lloyd.

Finished

Clad in a pristine, high–end suit, he stood tall, his stature rivaling Nathaniel’s. His back was turned to Freya, yet even from this angle, he exuded an oppressive aura.

Freya remained on her guard, the door closing softly behind her. The raucous noise from the octagonal cage outside was amplified by the electronic screens, accentuating the eerie silence within the room.

Taking a deep breath, Freya greeted, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lloyd!”

The tall, striking figure seemed momentarily taken aback before slowly turning to face her.

Upon seeing Alexander Lloyd, Freya was taken aback. She had encountered many formidable men, Nathaniel included.

In her mind, the mastermind behind an underground boxing ring was bound to be a formidable figure, either cunning or bloodthirsty.

Alexander defied

at him in surprise. He was youthful, around

and elegant, reminiscent of a warm jade emitting

more akin to a mild–mannered, unassuming university professor than the only man

scholarly appearance and preference for white

momentarily stunned. Alexander’s expression remained impassive as he took a seat on the sofa, gesturing for her to do the same, “Ms. Gomez, please have a

was devoid of emotion, as monotonous and precise as

cautiously took

made his way to the

you, Freya responded

of water, his icy gaze

her face mask and baseball

marring Freya’s face, Alexander finally showed a hint of reaction.

men had their quirks. Nathaniel

converse after seeing Freya’s scars.

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Alexander Lloyd

It seemed only a select few knew of Alexander’s alias,