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

came the

gently pushed open the door and stepped inside. Behind the large rosewood

composed gaze, he felt an unexpected surge

just arrived at the office that day to discover that Abigail had been distributing wedding invitations throughout the company. He had agreed to the marriage primarily because Uncle Michael’s

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

he hadn’t anticipated that Abigail would spread the news so quickly, even

couldn’t bring himself to be

of how long Abigail had been waiting for this wedding, but her enthusiasm seemed

excessive.

he thought of upon hearing the news was Freya. He felt a subconscious twinge of

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heart filled with frustration. Hadn’t she heard about

this thought when he “Happy” printed

the golden invitation card

to the

colder, his brows furrowing