The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

"Frey, when it comes to my son, the pain I feel is just as deep as yours. Truly, it's no less than yours at all."

"Rest assured, whatever debts you owe our son will be repaid."

Frey felt a subtle tremor in her heart as she listened.

Downstairs, Koen and the others struggled to keep their eyes open from exhaustion.

Hudson, holding an external multimedia player, pressed a button, and the blaring nightclub music filled the room.

Koen rubbed his face. "Do you think Ms. Frey will call again?"

Hudson shrugged. "Who knows? But Mr. Nathaniel has already gone into Ms. Frey's house."

He glanced at his injured finger and smiled wryly. "It was quite a task to change that combination lock. I finally switched it to a regular one, but I ended up smashing my finger." "I'll need to change it back tomorrow," Koen chuckled.

Hudson muttered a curse.

might struggle in love, theirs seemed to torture not just themselves but

Frey woke up, she saw that Nathaniel

on Nathaniel's door had been replaced swiftly, thanks

to the president's office and whispered, "Mr. Sawyer agrees to our partnership with Alexander." Mandy referred to Sawyer as Mr. Sawyer due

he have any

doesn't have specific plans. He mentioned that there's no need for Ms. Frey to be

for your jewelry design skills before. Technologent Group isn't involved in that area. The

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you and doesn't want you

and

shrugged. "I assure you, Ms. Frey, Mr. Sawyer is genuinely a good

Mandy," Frey said, closing the conversation. Mandy sighed, her words

own vendettas, were a challenge

finalizing the cooperation, Mandy informed Alexander's

headquarters, which, though not as lavish as Technologent Group's,

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