The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 502 The High Seas Crisis

Michael gripped Freya's neck tightly and dragged her backward, yelling at Nathaniel, "Nathaniel! If you don't want her to die, then stay away!"

Nathaniel's gaze was cold and fixed on Freya, who was struggling against Michael's hold. The sight was overwhelming, and he felt a surge of blood to his head, nearly causing him to faint.

The powerful recoil from his gun had reopened his wound, but he remained upright, his body tense and rigid. His emotions were at their breaking point, and he looked ready to snap.

His lips were pressed into a thin, straight line, his handsome features set in a chilling expression.

His grip on the gun tightened, his eyes red and almost as if they could bleed.

"Do you hear me?" Michael pressed the gun's barrel hard against Freya's temple, his voice laced with panic.

Nathaniel raised his hand to signal Koen to slowly move the boat away.

"Hold on! Are you in such a rush to go to the afterlife?" Sawyer, holding the unconscious Mason in the water, shouted in frustration.

The cold sea made it difficult for him to swim quickly while dragging Mason through the choppy waves. Seeing Nathaniel's boat moving away only added to

his anger.

Luckily, Koen waited for Sawyer, and he managed to get Mason onto the boat's deck.

Hudson and others quickly helped Sawyer aboard, and Ozzy checked on Mason. "He's not in serious danger, but we need to get him warmed up immediately. He's hypothermic and has a dislocated shoulder. Get him into the cabin."

Hudson and the others awkwardly cared for Mason, who resembled Killian so much that Nathaniel felt conflicted.

Years ago, when Killian had dealt with the Morgan family, he was even younger than Mason. Now, Nathaniel was putting all his effort into saving the Gomez children. It was a dramatic turn of events.

Gomez family. He wouldn't have used his

are confusing and hard to understand. At that moment,

frantic as he saw speedboats encircling him from all directions,

bringing an entire naval force just

noticed that everyone on the speedboats was armed, and he remembered that Nathaniel

in the high seas, where Michael thought

If you let me go today, I won't

"Back off!!"

"Back off!!"

my ass!" Sawyer, dropping his previously polite

to retreat to? You old fool!

toward Michael, emptying the magazine. While the shots

rail where Freya stood, her white tracksuit stained with what looked like

a prolonged struggle. If he did, he might die here,

you scared? You coward! Get up and deal with him!" Sawyer, frustrated, argued that they could stall and rescue Freya

the command, unwilling to provide

in

Sawyer was at a

was in

boat was only there

support, and

mobilized so many agile

superiority. He had thought Nathaniel's power was confined to

began to pull back, quickly opening

commanded, "Send one of your speedboats

narrow gap between boats; it would be too slow, and he wouldn't have