The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 278

Wasn’t it worth mentioning what he had done for her?

With a loud crash, Nathaniel slammed his wine glass on the table and glared at Frey, his frustration palpable.

Frey chose to ignore him, keeping her gaze lowered as she held her hot milk, letting its warmth spread through her body.

Nathaniel was on the brink of losing his composure over Frey. Just as he was about to speak, Koen hurried in.

He cast a glance at Frey before leaning in close to Nathaniel’s ear and whispering urgently, “Mr. Nathaniel, we’re in trouble.”

Nathaniel stood up abruptly and followed Koen out. Frey let out a sigh of relief, unaware of the exact nature of the trouble but soon found out.

After the party, Frey returned to her apartment. Mandy called and urged her to check the trending searches.

Frey opened the local news forum and saw a trending message.

It was a video with no clear beginning or end, accompanied by a childish joke.

The video was clear and featured Nathaniel. It was set in a dense Burandan jungle, with boxes stacked around and some open, revealing ammunition. Militants could be seen patrolling in the close-up shots.

The video’s unexpected release and the accompanying text claimed that Nathaniel's background was dubious.

An anonymous post had quickly become a hot topic, sparking intense public interest.

Frey watched the video closely. She had seen parts of it before, but the full clarity was new. Why had it suddenly appeared online?

Just as she was about to enter the elevator, she glanced back at the screen, her eyes widening as the news update continued.

“Mr. Jacob from Saeville's Rivera Group has been confirmed dead in this accident…”

Shock washed over Frey, draining the color from her face. Her hands clenched into fists as the words she had said to Jacob echoed in her mind. She had sensed his desperation that night and had suggested he go abroad for development, acknowledging his talents.

It seemed Jacob had indeed made that decision.

Feeling a wave of nausea, Frey bolted out of the building, her pace frantic as she headed toward Technologent Group.

She didn’t bother with her car, sprinting through the chaotic city streets, her focus solely on reaching Technologent Group as quickly as possible.