The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 358 Hiding,

Nathaniel used Freya as a tool three years ago, and now he's the knife in Freya's hand.

The border town of Panavoc had a very basic hostel with the air filled with decaying moisture, mildew stains all over the walls, and thin streams of water falling from the ceiling.

Abigail sat at a wooden table, eating instant noodles with her head down. She had to hide here for two months, under cover of darkness, in order to get away.

Following her escape, Nathaniel kept an excessive amount of surveillance on the Hill family, and Michael also desired to apprehend her.

Later on, she rebelled against the Hill family's control and fled on her own.

Ultimately, she exploited those images and recordings to threaten Michael. She was aware of the cost of Michael catching her. He even found an opportunity to get her out of the hospital to exact revenge on her. Michael wouldn't let her leave. He might tie her up and torture her gradually, but he would not let her die.

She concealed the information from a private investigator. She would occasionally send something to indicate that she was still alive. The information would automatically be encrypted and posted online if she hadn't provided it in more than six months. At that point, Michael's reputation ought to be totally destroyed.

With her short hair, a baseball cap, and neutral black sportswear, Abigail was eating noodles while lowering her head.

It had been many days since she had slept well. Buranda's internal person would take care of her as long as she slipped through this little town. She would then go back there to recreate her identity card and relocate to Besmura in order to have a prosperous life. She had followed Michael for years and earned a large sum of money, so she kept a portion of it secretly.

of money, which she then split

to find a method to wed Nathaniel in

as long as she married him.

life-saving graces were therefore

unprepared for Abigail

was a really wonderful

powers to

up.Abigail's eyes lit up with a hint of venom, and the last thing

was-she couldn't have killed her

when Abigail pushed the package of noodles aside. Leaning back in the chair, Abigail lifted her head and closed her

great desperation, even moving four times in one day, despite the efforts of the Hill family, the Morgan family, and the police to

and was

the formation of the police arresting individuals, there were only a few footsteps, and those were the footsteps

out, Abigail got

up the rucksack

the bed, removed a knife from her side pocket, went to