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.

defied

him in surprise. He was

features were refined, his demeanor gentle and elegant, reminiscent of a warm jade

mild–mannered, unassuming university professor

his scholarly appearance and preference for white attire, his

he took a seat on the sofa, gesturing for

as monotonous and precise as a robot.

and cautiously took the seat opposite him.

his

you, Freya responded hastily.

handed her a glass of water, his icy gaze

her face

a hint of reaction. He raised an eyebrow slightly before sitting across from her

noted that these powerful men had their quirks. Nathaniel was partial to smoking, while

more inclined to converse after seeing Freya’s

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Alexander Lloyd

pounded. It seemed only a select few knew of Alexander’s