The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



Maggie smiled at Frey. "Feeling better, Ms. Frey? Your friend is quite considerate."

Frey, still tense, raised her head and stared at Maggie, her hands still sweating.

"Give me the original photo," Frey demanded.

"That'll be five million dollars!" Maggie replied coolly, extending her hand. Her eyes were devoid of warmth.

She couldn't empathize with Frey's pain but was driven solely by the prospect of money. Her goal was to go abroad, study, and become a renowned designer.noveldrama

Frey took a deep breath and said, "I will send you abroad. I will also tell Nathaniel not to pursue you further. I can help you buy a house abroad and arrange your schooling."

"I can even assist with applications to international design schools in Belthria, Stanna, and Pontenero and connect you with some professors." Maggie's eyes brightened.

Frey continued, "The condition is that you testify in court."

Maggie's smile faltered. Testifying meant exposing her identity and losing her anonymity. If Abigail discovered her, she would be in grave danger.

As the future head of Technologent Group, Abigail frequently visited the company and was a formidable figure. Maggie feared her ruthless nature. Frey's gaze was unwavering. "To gain something in this world, you must give something in return. It's only fair."

"You can't enjoy my generosity while pretending to please Abigail. Such a deal is impossible."

"You must choose between her and me, between the Morgan family and the Hill family."

"And what if you back out of the agreement?" Maggie sneered.

Frey smirked, her gaze icy. "Ms. Maggie, you have no choice. I have many alternatives."

"Tell me, after spending all this money over the years, do you feel at ease?"

Maggie's face went pale. Each time she saw the photos her mother sent, she was reminded of the brutality of the past.

The thought of the child being Nathaniel's and buried by her mother's hands made her shudder.

Around them, people continued their activities, but the tension between Frey and Maggie was palpable.

Maggie took a deep breath. "Deal! But you must pay me first."

A trace of mockery appeared on Frey's lips. She took out her phone and said, "Give me your bank details."

Maggie hesitated but eventually

provided her account details. After a short while, a substantial sum was transferred to her account. Maggie looked at Frey, her gaze intense.

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Frey stood up, leaning in to whisper "Ms. Maggie, if you use money to manipulate others, don't think you can escape with it. There's no chance of that."

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"After all," Frey continued, leaning closer, konce tried to disappear while hiding in Brusville for a month, but Nathaniel found me."

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"Your mother owes her life to her son. Do you think you can escape?"

"If I can't escape, neither can you. No one can."

A cold sweat broke out on Maggie's forehead. Frey turned and walked over to Peyton to say goodbye.

Maggie clutched her phone tightly, her palms slick with sweat.

Three days later, shocking news began to spread throughout Saeville.