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 her expectations.

him in surprise. He was youthful,

refined, his demeanor gentle and elegant, reminiscent of

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

for white attire, his actions were

expression remained impassive as he took a seat on the sofa, gesturing

of emotion, as monotonous and precise as a

took the

rose and made his way to the

thank you, Freya

water, his icy gaze meeting hers as he

Freya had removed her face mask and baseball cap

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

had their quirks. Nathaniel was partial to

seemed more inclined to converse after

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Alexander Lloyd

a select few knew of Alexander’s