The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 501 Hostage in the Storm

No one had anticipated that Freya, who looked so frail and weak, would possess such incredible strength, managing to push Michael halfway over the side of the ship.

The only reason she couldn't knock him into the water immediately was because Mr. Michael had tortured her so severely. Otherwise, that push would have sent him overboard.

A storm was brewing, making the ship unstable. If Mr. Michael fell into the sea now, it would be a life-or-death situation for him.

Freya was nearly in tears, frustrated by her own weakness. She had used all her strength to push him but still failed to knock him off the ship.

If she had succeeded, at least she and her brother would have had a slim chance of survival.

If Michael fell into the water, his men would be busy trying to save him. Besides, they were all working for Michael. Even if he died, they didn't have any grudge against her and her brother, so they wouldn't kill them.

Freya had timed everything perfectly but had overestimated her own strength.

She had used every bit of energy in that push and was now completely exhausted.

At that moment, the terrified bodyguards rushed to Michael's side, pulling him back from the edge of the ship and hastily helping him onto the deck.

Michael had even dropped his cane into the sea. Now, pulled back on board, his face was pale with rage. He pointed at Freya and shouted, "Throw her overboard! Throw her overboard! I want to see her die in the sea!"

He didn't care about anything anymore. If this woman wanted to die, he would grant her wish.

A burly man grabbed Freya's frail arm and lifted her, dragging her to the edge of the ship.

Freya was almost hanging upside down, about to be thrown overboard, when suddenly a clear gunshot rang out.

A line of blood streaked across Freya's cheek, accompanied by a muffled groan.

man

she looked at the man lying on the deck, a bullet hole in his forehead, dead from a single

she had been so close to a dead person. The strong smell of blood and all the previous torment and chaos overwhelmed her,

faintly heard someone calling her name. Freya quickly supported herself on the ship's rail and stood up, looking

man.

the sea breeze

face appear pale. In just a few days, he seemed to have

man in a crimson jacket, with windswept hair and sharp features. Despite his handsome appearance, there was a fierce

yacht was racing ahead of the others, quickly closing in on the ship's

expression. He held a gun upside down, effortlessly controlling its powerful

hand, seemed stunned by Nathaniel's shooting skills. He turned away,

Freya started to speak but was cut off by Michael's

them

Freya had put him through, held a

wind on the deck made everyone unsteady, and

took a deep breath, and said, "Let my brother go. If you need to take someone,

mean much more to Nathaniel than my brother

Michael's eyes flickered.

strength after drinking some water. His intense fear and

adult. Children didn't understand how

once. Michael

had successfully enraged

part of the sea.

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off all his escape routes, Michael realized that