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

stared at him in surprise. He was youthful, around

elegant, reminiscent of a warm jade emitting a

university professor than the only man unafraid to challenge Nathaniel.

for white

on the sofa, gesturing for her to do the same, “Ms.

was devoid of emotion, as monotonous and precise as a

took the seat

coffee?” Alexander rose and made his way to the

suffice, thank you, Freya

of water, his icy gaze meeting hers as

show of sincerity, Freya had removed her

of reaction. He raised an eyebrow slightly before

powerful men had their quirks. Nathaniel was partial

more inclined to converse after

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Alexander

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