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, around Nathaniel’s age.

gentle and elegant, reminiscent of a warm jade emitting a

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

scholarly appearance and preference for white attire,

took a seat on the sofa, gesturing for her to do the same, “Ms. Gomez, please have

devoid of emotion, as monotonous and precise as a robot.

cautiously took the seat

made his way to the wine cabinet

you, Freya responded

handed her a glass of water, his icy gaze meeting hers as he bent down.

her face mask and baseball cap for

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

powerful men had their quirks. Nathaniel was partial to smoking, while Alexander favored

inclined to converse after

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heart pounded. It seemed only a select