The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Freya was taken aback by the bait Michael dangled before her.

She knew little about the long-standing grudges between the Morgan and Gomez families.

In her younger days, just when she was naively yearning for love, the man who lured her into his trap had already grown to despise her.

He used their love as a weapon against her father, leading to the current situation.

Freya, though resentful of Nathaniel, also harbored some hatred toward her father.

Despite the high status their family had in Saeville, why did her father have to attack the Morgan family, especially targeting their widows and orphans?

This painful realization had tormented Freya, almost tearing her soul apart, leaving her in a state of perpetual conflict.

Now, Michael's revelation overturned all her previous understanding, causing a crack in her composed facade.

A subordinate of Michael received a call and whispered a few words in his ear, causing visible impatience in Michael's expression as he took the phone.

On the other end, Luna's displeased voice demanded, "What's taking so long with Freya?"

"Nathaniel has already headed to Maruva. I suspect Freya is up to something. Finish this quickly! Don't delay any longer!"

Michael's eyes narrowed with annoyance.

Although Luna was his partner, she was still a young upstart and had no right to order him around.

"I know! Don't call me again. I'm busy!" Michael snapped.

"Are you crazy, Michael?" Luna shouted. "Kill her now, or there'll be trouble! Keeping her alive serves no purpose. You kidnapped Freya, Nathaniel's wife. If you want to die..."

Click!

Michael slammed the phone onto the deck, his frustration boiling over.

He walked over to Freya, crouching down to coldly stare at her. "My patience has limits, Freya. What did Abigail tell you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. She hated me. Why would she leave me any last words?" Freya stared back at him, her expression unwavering.

Michael's face twisted with a sinister smile as he signaled his subordinate to bring over a tablet. He played a video for Freya, showing Abigail kidnapping her at Mount Kosciuszko.

Back then, Freya had deliberately let Abigail kidnap her to lure Nathaniel into killing Abigail.

The incident had caused a major stir in Stanna, attracting both police and numerous media reporters.

The video, shot by a nimble journalist, clearly showed Abigail's lips moving, saying something beyond just "go die."

Seeing Freya's reaction, Michael

leaned in and whispered, "What she said is

crucial. I have some secrets and vulnerabilities tied up with my foster daughter. Our relationship isn't as it seems. Tell me, and we can negotiate."

"If you tell me, we can forget about you and Nathaniel killing her. After all, she was just my foster daughter."

"Speak! I'll also tell you the secret between the Morgan and Gomez families."

Freya didn't expect her defiance to push Michael to this point, revealing his cards.

She realized that his foster daughter's life wasn't as valuable as his hidden secret. Freya smirked inwardly.

Michael tightened his grip on her neck, demanding, "Where did she hide it? Who did she give it to? Speak!"

Freya stared at him with a hint of mockery, "How would I know where your daughter's belongings are?"

She inwardly sighed. Abigail had

indeed played her. She really dide

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grievances between Abigail and her foster father.

Abigail had set her up with her last words, making sure Michael would never let

her go.

Freya's mind raced as she realized that Abigail's words were meant to ensure Michael's downfall if revealed.

Staring at Michael, Freya whispered, "Alright, I'll tell you. But first, release my brother."

Michael's eyes flashed with coldness, "You speak first, and your brother's safety will follow. Don't you want to know Nathaniel's secret?"noveldrama

Freya smiled faintly, "I'm not interested in his affairs. What happened between our families is in the past. It doesn't matter to me now."

Michael's face twisted in frustration. This woman was truly relentless. His patience worn thin, he tightened his grip on her neck.

Freya gasped for breath, blood

seeping from her lips, yet her eyes gleamed with madness as she

laughed at him, "Mr. Michael... killing me won't help you... You'll lose your secret..."

"Speak!" Michael threw her onto the deck in a fit of rage.

"What do you want? Just say it!" His eyes burned with fury.