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.

the chairman’s office, took a deep breath to steady

the cold

courage, Freya gently pushed open the door and stepped inside. Behind the large rosewood desk sat Nathaniel, his stern brows

gaze,

distributing wedding invitations throughout the company. He had agreed to the marriage primarily because Uncle Michael’s health was deteriorating.

and with Uncle Michael seemingly alone in his final

that Abigail would spread the news so quickly, even distributing invitations at

was irritated, he couldn’t bring himself

was aware of how long Abigail had been waiting for this

excessive.

Freya. He felt a subconscious twinge of guilt when he looked at her.

Nathaniel gestured to the leather sofa across from him.

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frustration. Hadn’t she

dismissed this thought when he “Happy” printed on it in Freya’s hand. The sight

golden invitation card with

the gut.

colder, his brows furrowing