The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



"Mr. Sawyer, we will discuss the follow-up related to the exhibition after we go to Pontenero. Registration is about to take place. I have to meet with the members of my design team. I have already finished handing over the things that need to be done. Goodbye!"

Frey turned and walked out of the cafe.

Sawyer stood there for a long time, prompting the waiter to check on him, concerned he might be unwell.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

Sawyer waved his hand dismissively, slowly sat down, and stared at the coffee cup in front of him.

He used to rely on Frey's hatred for Nathaniel to find opportunities to be with her, but now she had blocked all his paths.

How dare you, Frey? How could you betray our friendship?

It was time to board the plane.

Given the long flight to Pontenero, the designers needed to be in top condition.

Upon arrival in Pontenero, they'd have to meet with the exhibition organizers to discuss related matters.

Frey had bought first-class tickets for her entire team, only to find out that Lloyd Group had done the same.

The two companies virtually turned the first class into their private flights. Frey sat down, covered herself with a blanket, and prepared to take a nap. A tall figure settled beside her.

Sawyer, with his outstanding temperament and classical charm, attracted the enthusiastic attention of the stewardess.noveldrama

Sawyer responded politely, thanking her before turning to Frey. "Have a nice trip!"

Frey pulled up her blanket, replied lightly, and closed her eyes. Sawyer's low laughter followed. "Ms. Frey, here's to a happy cooperation, whether it is in the past, present, or... the future!"

After arriving, Frey coordinated with the Vault Corp team, resulting in shared hotel accommodations.

After checking in and returning to her room, she received a video call from Nathaniel.

His allergies seemed much better,

his eyes less swollen, and he

lounged fazily on the bed in the

et

nursing home. He exuded power and dominance even when he was

seeing the doctor. Content belongs

"What are you doing, dear?" His cold eyebrows softened the domineering aura, making him seem almost peaceable.

Frey felt embarrassed by his cringy

gesture. She laughed. "I just checked

in. I'm about to start work and hand it over to the staff here in Pontenero."

Nathaniel noticed her tiredness, and his expression darkened slightly.

wife he sometimes felt distressed.

nough proud of hissed.

He wished she could stay home, have beauty treatments, shop, and enjoy life, but he couldn't say this.

"What kind of work requires continuous effort? Don't they allow you to have any rest? Who's in charge of the exhibition?"

"What are you planning to do?" Frey laughed. "Dig up someone's graves?"

Nathaniel's calm response was cold. "It's not impossible."

Frey didn't know how to respond and they continued talking casually.

As Nathaniel noticed her fatigue and was about to end the call, a knock came at Frey's door.

She asked Nathaniel to wait a moment, placing her phone on the coffee table.

She got up and opened the door to find Sawyer standing there.

He had just showered, his hair slightly steamy, giving his handsome face a misty, unreal look.

Wearing a white shirt and brown casual pants, with one hand in his pocket, he looked like someone who had stepped out of an anime.

Frey was slightly stunned. Just a while ago, they had an unpleasant quarrel in the cafe.

Now, seeing Sawyer's sudden change, she felt disoriented and struggled to adapt.