The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

"Jacob!" Frey looked at Jacob and frowned.

"It's okay. I had an event today. It was urgent, so I was late."

Jacob let go of Frey, sat down next to her, and picked up a bottle of beer on the table, glancing at Peyton, who looked stunned. "Ms. Peyton, I'm sorry, I'll treat you to dinner another day!"

"No... it's alright..." Peyton felt something was wrong with him today, so she stood up and picked up a bottle of red wine.

"Mr. Jacob, come on, drink this. You won't go home until you're drunk today. I'll hire a driver to take you back later."

The panic in Jacob's eyes disappeared, and he tightly grasped the beer bottle in his hand. He seemed to be pouring wine for Peyton and her friends. Suddenly, he turned around and hit Taylor, who was standing behind him, on the head with the bottle.

Taylor had followed them inside, thinking Jacob was playing some trick. Unexpectedly, Jacob was really late and had to punish himself with a few drinks.

He didn't leave, just looked at him coldly. After all, Jacob was not a good person.

As soon as the word "good person" flashed through his mind, a wine bottle was slammed down in front of him.

Although Taylor hid quickly and turned his head sideways, he was still hit on half of his head, causing immediate sharp pain. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

girls sitting there screamed, and Frey's eyes

growled. The moment Taylor was hit and bent over, Jacob rushed out

were three muffled gunshots in

gun, there was still some sound, which easily attracted a lot of

care anymore, kicked down the door of

scene in front of her. The wine bottle she held fell to the ground with a clang

she hurriedly

back, grabbed the key to her electric car, and turned around to

shop were completely confused about

his car, he hadn't taken out the key or even turned off the engine. His previous performances

the car. He almost flew into the cab. He didn't even have time to fasten his seat belt. He stepped on the accelerator and sped

started it, and gave chase. Sure enough, he was dozens of seconds slower

escaped onto Vanara Avenue, then turned around a

car was going so fast she couldn't sit

"Jacob! Are you crazy?"

"What's going on!"

Frey shouted out.