The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

A hint of ridicule flashed across Taylor's stern brows, feeling unworthy of Nathaniel.

Nathaniel devoted his life to doting on that woman. Now, for so many days, Nathaniel had been unable to contact anyone. Yet, she could still come over to celebrate her friend's birthday with peace of mind. Doesn't she worry about Nathaniel at all?

Then Taylor smiled mockingly to himself.

I guess Frey wished Nathaniel would die, right?

The word death suddenly popped into Taylor's mind. He was lighting up a cigarette and waiting for Frey to end this boring birthday party.

As a result, the word "death" suddenly came to mind, and the cigarette in his mouth dropped in panic, almost burning his clothes.

He hurriedly put out the hot cigarette butt, and his frown deepened.

Taylor lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and a song was being sung inside. These ladies were really making a scene.

He was about to open the car door to find Frey. She must go home; she must return to Ocean Villa.

still and couldn't

going to let other people

when suddenly, a Maserati drove up from behind. The body of the

Is it Jacob?

from behind. He was very close to the Bentley, and then he braked suddenly, feeling that

came here late at night because of the women working

door and walked out, smiling confidently

a falcon in the night, ready to

nodded at him and walked towards the

Taylor hurriedly followed in.

drank a glass of fruit wine, her face was still tinged with bright red,

a little too much, and everyone started playing some small games, which set off the

tea shop was pushed hard

was the outstanding Taylor, who was from Saeville. Jacob turned his

by the wrist. His grip was so strong that