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.

to torture not just themselves but also their loyal subordinates. It was truly

up, she saw that Nathaniel had finally moved the box to his new

elevator, she noticed the electronic lock on Nathaniel's door had been

company, where Mandy invited her to the president's office and whispered, "Mr. Sawyer agrees to our

nodded: "Does he have any

have specific plans. He mentioned that there's no

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

of the Lloyd

continue to

values you and doesn't want you

frowned and looked at

Ms. Frey, Mr. Sawyer is genuinely

Frey said, closing the conversation. Mandy sighed,

driven by their own vendettas,

cooperation, Mandy informed

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

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