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 her expectations.

stared at him in surprise. He was youthful,

gentle and elegant, reminiscent of a warm jade

akin to a mild–mannered, unassuming university professor than the only man unafraid to challenge Nathaniel.

scholarly appearance and preference for

impassive as he took a seat on the sofa, gesturing for her to do the same,

emotion, as monotonous and precise as a robot.

took the seat opposite

and made his way to the

you, Freya responded

a glass of water, his icy gaze meeting

a show of sincerity, Freya had removed her face mask and baseball

face, Alexander finally showed a hint of reaction. He raised an eyebrow slightly before sitting across from her with his

Nathaniel was partial to

to converse after seeing Freya’s

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It seemed only a select few knew of Alexander’s