The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

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Chapter 157 A Plea For Assistance Finished Freya was taken aback when she received an invitation to Abigail's wedding. She couldn't help but think that Abigail must be out of her mind.

Clutching the invitation as if it were scruel joke, she managed a nod and muttered, "Congratulations Search The Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

As she prepared to retreat into the sanctuary of the tea room, laptop in hand, she was surprised to find Abigail still standing there, her gaze fixed on Freya Abigail offered a light smile, "By the way, since you're part of the Design Department at Technologent Group. Ive informed Nathan that I'd like you to assist us with the design of my wedding dress and accessories." Freya was taken aback. She hadn't anticipated that Nathaniel would request her assistance in designing wedding attire and accessories.

Her brow furrowed as she realized Abigail had found a way to wound her. Abigail's smile widened at the sight "Ms. Gomez... You'll assist us, won't you? I'll arrange for a car to pick you up tomorrow!" Freya's current contract with Technologent Group was akin to indentured servitude, with Nathaniel seeking to control every aspect of her life.

Not only was she expected to design the wedding dress for Nathaniel's bride, but she was also expected to Comply with any demand, no matter how unreasonable.

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Abigail, noticing the change in Freya's expression, offered a faint smile, "You won't refuse, will you, Ms.

Gomez? "After all, it won't take up much of your time, right?" Tll inform Nathan that you'll be compensated for your overttomorrow! Is that acceptable?" Freya took a deep breath, nodded in agreement, and made her way into the tea room.

The tea room had several secluded areas for relaxation. She entered one and closed the door behind her.

Abigail watched as Freya disappeared behind the partition door of the tea room. A hint of sarcasm played on her lips as her expression darkened slightly.

Freya settled onto a single fabric sofa in the partition of the tea room, opened her laptop, but her thoughts were in disarray.

She was weary of Abigail's pretenses and her ruthless tactics, which often left her opponents in a state of irreparable damage.

Freya had experienced this firsthand three years ago. After her engagement to Nathaniel. Abigail had arrived at Newport Villa with a gift, ostensibly to offer her blessings.

At the time. Freya was not fond of Nathaniel's 'y interfering in her relationship with Nathaniel.

ger sister Abigail seemed to have a knack for 1 Fri, 5 Jul Chapter 157 A Plea For Assistance Abigail fell ill suddenly, and it was an emergency.

25% па Finished Abigail's father was diagnosed with early-stage gastric cancer. Nathaniel, having been taken in by the Hill family in his youth, felt obligated to cancel his trip and return to care for Abigail.

In the few days following their engagement, Abigail monopolized all their ttogether.

Freya resented her, but as Nathaniel's foster sister, she felt compelled to tolerate her, even treating her as a sister-in-law.

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She was about to marry Nathaniel, so she needed to establish a good m relationship with her future sister-in- law. However, one evening, everything changed.

Abigail was the one who instigated the conflict. Freya, not as composed as she was now, was the proud eldest daughter of Saeville. She refused to be belittled by Abigail, and a dispute ensued. At that time, several members of the Morgan family, Abigail's driver, and bodyguards were all present when Abigail fell down the stairs.

Freya hadn't laid a finger on her. She could still recall the smug smile on Abigail's face just before she fell.

Abigail was ruthless, even to herself. She had traded her own injury for Freya's freedom and three years of imprisonment.

Freya tried not to dwell on it, but every tshe did, she was reminded of the innocent child who had died in front of her, covered in blood.

She took a deep breath and closed her laptop. Today was not a day for office work about to work, She was about to go a walk when her phone rang. It was Nathaniel. for 238 The President's Regret 25%

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