The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 161 Sparkles On The Screen

Evidently, the individual in question sought to capture an image of the central figure. Initially, only a rear view of the man, encircled by a crowd, was visible. Gradually, however, he turned, revealing a partial view of his face.

Freya’s gaze narrowed as she studied the half–visible countenance, her body rigid with tension.

From their initial encounter in Porejimo, where she was studying, Freya had found Nathaniel to be a man of elegance and charm.

He had the demeanor of a gentle businessman. He later revealed to her that he was an orphan, raised by a foster father who was a timber merchant in Southeast Asia. Eventually, he expanded into the rubber industry and amassed a fortune.

His foster father, having no children of his own, left his estate to Nathaniel upon his death. With the domestic economy thriving, Nathaniel expressed a desire to invest in Saeville.

At that time. Freya and Nathaniel were in a relationship. Her father, Killian, was the President of the Sarville Chamber of Commerce. Consequently, she introduced her boyfriend Nathaniel to her homeland.

However, Nathaniel’s tales of timber and rubber industries were fabrications. His past in Southeast Asia was far from pristine!

Over the years, he had made frenzied investments in various industries in Saeville, building a business. empire. Freya suspected that he was likely laundering money at an alarming rate.

now, she estimated that he had probably laundered nearly all

as she replayed the video, her hands trembling slightly.

face imprisonment, and

wave of tension washed over Freya. She abruptly rose to her feet, flinging open every cabinet door in the study and rummaging through the partition beneath the computer desk. She

the sweat from her brow before letting out a

piece of evidence really be

refused to believe that a person could completely sever ties with their past and start anew. If she wanted

her phone

quickly grabbed her phone. This was her

wasn’t sure who Sawyer had commissioned to develop this application. It was a one–way connection between them. Text messages were displayed for a few seconds before being burned”

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On The Screen

Dewards

disappearing.

their contact, even through the application, unless it was absolutely

pretty?” Sawyer inquired.

She watched as the three words slowly burned into a halo. Then, she realized

had thought it was something important, but

trivial message, Freya typed

drive has been destroyed as per your instructions. It’s been flushed

“Ok”