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.

there screamed, and Frey's eyes widened, but Jacob

Jacob growled. The moment Taylor was hit and bent

three muffled gunshots in a

silencer on the gun, there was still some sound, which easily attracted a lot

anymore, kicked down the door of the milk tea shop,

her. The wine bottle she held fell to the ground with a clang

happened, she hurriedly

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

in the tea shop

taken out the key or even turned

He almost flew into the cab. He didn't even have time to fasten his seat belt. He

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

seconds, Jacob escaped onto Vanara Avenue, then turned

Jacob's car was going so fast she couldn't sit still. Waves of dizziness

"Jacob! Are you crazy?"

"What's going on!"

Frey shouted out.