The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



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.

Afterwards, the idiot Nathaniel gave her a huge amount of money, which she then split with Michael, but the remaining amount was still enormous. Michael first asked her to find a method to wed Nathaniel in order to obtain both the Technologent Group and Nathaniel's money.

Michael would find a way to cause an accident and allow Nathaniel to die as long as she married him. Abigail would acquire the whole Technologent Group upon his death as his widow.

All those prior life-saving graces were therefore prearranged.

However, Michael had planned a lot, and he was unprepared for Abigail to truly fall in love with Nathaniel.

She had to admit that Nathaniel was a really wonderful man, the kind that Abigail loved best.

She intended to utilize the Technologent Group's powers to kill Michael once she was set to wed Nathaniel.

However, Freya showed up.Abigail's

eyes lit up with a hint of venom, and the last thing she regretted was not causing an accident in prison to allow that woman to pass away.

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It's also strange how lucky she was-she couldn't have killed her at all!

The instant noodle soup spilled out when Abigail pushed the package of noodles aside. Leaning back in the chair, Abigail lifted her head and closed her eyes gradually.

Abigail jumped as she heard a muffled sound of footfall at the door.

These days, she lives in constant fear. She escaped with great desperation, even moving four times in one day, despite the efforts of the Hill family, the Morgan family, and the police to apprehend her

When nightfall arrived, she eventually hurried to the border and was ready to begin smuggling, but she was pursued by others.

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

Breathing out, Abigail got up

gingerly, picked up the rucksack that

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

window, opened it, and went outside.

The room was on the second story, and as soon as she turned around, the door was kicked open.

There was just this motel, and the town was completely deserted and isolated.

She slid down one side of the wooden pole, hopped down, twisted her foot, and still clenched her teeth as she hobbled toward the deep woodland.