The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



"Ms. Frey, I just communicated with the organizer, and there's something wrong with our exhibition catalog. The format is incorrect." "What?" Frey was momentarily stunned.

An exhibition catalog in a jewelry exhibition was crucial.

The exhibition catalog must provide a suitable explanation for each piece of jewelry to attract attention.

Frey and the design team had polished these books countless times, even going through them three times with Vault Corp to ensure they were perfect.

Hearing about the mistake just before the meeting the next day was alarming.

In her desperation, Frey forgot about the video call with Nathaniel and hurriedly asked Sawyer to come in.

She rushed to her suite, opened the suitcase with a combination lock, and searched for her backup exhibition catalog.

As she did this, Sawyer sat on the sofa, waiting. His eyes casually glanced at Frey's phone on the coffee table.

At that glance, he connected with Nathaniel, who was thousands of miles away.

Nathaniel sat on his hospital bed, preparing for an important video conference.

Taking advantage of some free time, he had called Frey to check on her in Pontenero.

His industries focused on real estate and new technology as jewelry, clothing, bags, and cosmetics weren't on his radar yet.

He even considered expanding his group's industries to have a common ground with his wife.

He felt a generation gap between them, despite his love for her.

Growing up in hardship, he had survived many challenges, while

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When someone knocked on Frey's door, she didn't hang up the phone.noveldrama

She went to see who it was, intending to continue the conversation with Nathaniel.

He leaned back, sipping tea, and watched the screen, not daring to hang up.

Suddenly, a man's figure appeared on the elegant background wall.

When the man's eyes swept over, Nathaniel's expression changed.

Why is there a man in Frey's room?

The man wore an open-collared shirt, exposing his chest. It was an obvious attempt to seduce her. Nathaniel recognized him. Their few encounters had left a lasting impression.

Outside the window, drones formed patterns of Frey's favorite tulips in the sky.

The young man in a long windbreaker stood outside Nathaniel's villa, gazing at Frey's bedroom.

The sounds of hip-hop and motorcycle roars from some teenagers created a strange scene. A Motorcycle?

Nathaniel remembered when Frey

disappeared one afternoon, and

person he sent to find her was strewn out by someone on a motorcycle.

It must be him!

He always thought they were just some rowdy teenagers, but they

were after his dear Fr

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