The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 158 Unfounded Criticisms

Freya’s brow furrowed as Abigail thrust an invitation card into her hands. Was Nathaniel planning to invite her to his wedding?

She would have to attend, of course.

Nathaniel’s voice on the other end of the phone was flat, almost du. commanded, before abruptly ending the call.

cet me in my office,” he

With a sigh, Freya gathered her laptop from the desk in front of her. Instead of returning to the Design Department to drop off her computer, she headed straight for the elevator.

Whenever Nathaniel summoned her at the office, it was never about personal matters. He would undoubtedly want to discuss the recent planning and design for East Seaville. Conveniently, she had a basic sketch saved on her computer that she could show him.

Upon reaching the 28th floor, Freya exited the elevator and made her way to Nathaniel’s office.

Each visit to this place filled her with a sense of dread.

The weight of the past was too heavy here, every corner seemed to bear the imprint of her father.

outside the chairman’s office, took a deep breath to steady her nerves, and knocked on the door.

came the cold response.

stepped inside. Behind the large rosewood

Nathaniel looked up and met Freya’s composed gaze, he felt

Abigail had been distributing wedding invitations throughout the company. He had

great deal to their family, and with Uncle Michael seemingly alone in his final days, Nathaniel felt

that Abigail would spread the news so quickly, even distributing

bring himself to

long Abigail had been waiting for this wedding, but her

excessive.

first person he thought of upon hearing the news was Freya. He felt a subconscious twinge of guilt when he looked at

gestured to the leather sofa across from

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heart filled with frustration. Hadn’t she heard about his impending marriage?

printed on it in Freya’s hand. The

the golden invitation card with the

to the gut.

colder, his brows