The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 457 Theft and Pursuit in the City

Mandy helped Freya close the door and left her room.

She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sympathy for Freya and began to reflect on the notion that avoiding romantic entanglements might indeed be the wisest path. Just look at the chaos now.

It seemed that Mr. Sawyer, despite their brief encounter years ago, remained unable to move on from Ms. Freya. This fixation had led to a series of unfortunate events.

The world of the wealthy was beyond her comprehension. She was perplexed by how the wealthy seemed to be caught in an endless cycle of drama and emotional turmoil.

The car Mandy had rented for Freya hadn't yet reached the 24-hour return period, so she took it herself.

She made a quick stop at a phone store to purchase a new mobile phone, and feeling a bit peckish afterward, she drove to a nearby bakery.

There, she bought a small cake and found a spot on the steps of a charming church to enjoy her treat.

During her time studying in Pontenero, Mandy had developed a fondness for sitting casually in public places while eating and observing the surroundings.

It was a simple pleasure to take in the scenery and watch the ebb and flow of people passing by.

To make herself more comfortable, Mandy adjusted her shoulder bag, placing it on the steps beside her, and retrieved the small cream cake. Just as she took a bite, a young boy suddenly raced past her and snatched her bag.

a boy, and now it was her turn. Was this some kind

If she lost her belongings again, she and Freya would be too embarrassed to show

outfit for the exhibition included stylish clothes and mid-heeled

was about to fall when someone grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the ground with

was pulled to her feet and turned to see Taylor's cold, impassive

moment, she

Mandy exclaimed,

tightened with irritation at being recognized in

and leaving Technologent Group,

had been

but upon discovering

her death

hands due to Freya's plat, his

the question The complex web of relationships and grievances among them made any act of retribution seem

en

become increasingly monotonous and

her ashes on a journey,