The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



"Many leads have been lost, but Maggie is the only one who might still provide a breakthrough. However, I'm not sure how long she can hold out." With a heavy heart, Frey closed the door behind her. She leaned against it, feeling overwhelmed and disoriented.

After taking a shower, Frey returned to her study, where she opened her laptop and found a new file on Tellgram.

Nathaniel's Tellgram profile picture, once a dark sea with stormy waves, had been replaced by a cute cartoon boy. The sudden change struck Frey deeply.

She gripped the edge of the laptop so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Leaning her head on the notebook, she began to cry softly.

The next morning, Frey awoke later than usual. She had spent hours reading the document, which reeked of death and murder. While she found a grim satisfaction in seeing the murderers of her child face justice, she knew that the true mastermind behind it all had yet to be held accountable. Sleep had eluded her, leaving her with a headache. Skipping breakfast, she grabbed only a carton of milk and drove towards Andala Corp.

Her cell phone rang suddenly. Annoyed, she answered despite the traffic jam during the rush hour. The call was from an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?"

After a long pause, a woman's voice finally spoke.

"Ms. Frey, let's meet."

Frey's eyes hardened as she responded, "Okay."

She set the half-empty milk carton aside and said, "Meet me at Peyton's tea shop in East Saeville."

The woman's voice wavered. "Ms. Frey, I think you'll want to hear what we need to discuss."

Frey interrupted, "Maggie, you're the

one on the verge of collapsing. I have Mr. Alexander's support for dealing with Abigail's affairs, so your downfall can't be stopped, huh?" noveldrama

"You..." Maggie's voice faltered.

Without waiting for a response, Frey hung up and stopped replying.

She drove to the company, her thoughts racing. Although she was tempted to call Maggie back several times, she resisted. Over the past three years, she had learned the value of patience and the ability to endure in a world full of deceit.

At noon, Maggie called again.

Frey let it ring three times before finally answering. Maggie's tone had softened considerably.

"Ms. Frey, I have no intention of harming you. You're mistaken if you think I'm setting a trap."

"I don't want to hear your excuses," Frey retorted.

Maggie sighed. "Let's meet at your friend's tea shop and discuss this."

Frey replied with a smirk, "See you in half an hour."

She ended the call, confident that Maggie would show up, driven by her interests.

Frey and Mandy took half a day off and headed to Peyton's tea shop. When Peyton saw Frey arrive, she quickly greeted her.

"That woman is here. Would you like me to accompany you?" Peyton asked, winking.

"No, you focus on your work. I just need a quick conversation with her. I feel more at ease when I'm in your tea shop."

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Peyton nodded and pointed to the booth inside. Although it was not Sunday, the shop was busy with white-collar workers enjoying their tea and cakes.