The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 362

Taylor instinctively touched his pocket, wanting to give something to her, but he found nothing except the rope meant to strangle her and the revolver hidden at his waist.

Goodbye, my dear sister.

To Taylor, Abigail was still the five-year-old girl who had gone astray. Her mistakes and twisted path were all his fault as her brother.

He let Abigail go, knowing he owed Nathaniel an explanation. After all, his sister had killed Nathaniel's son and tormented the woman he loved most.

Abigail rowed desperately, her shoulders, arms, and ankles burning with pain. She didn't dare stop, rowing frantically towards the other side.

Halfway, she paused and glanced back at the tall figure on the shore. He was obscured by the night, barely visible.

With a sense of relief, Abigail allowed the boat to drift, a hint of sarcasm playing on her lips. Anna and her brother were both fools, easily manipulated by her.

Over three months passed, and Abigail seemed to have vanished. Neither the police, the Hill family, nor even Nathaniel, who had been tracking her, could find any trace of her. Taylor, too, had disappeared.

In the small conference room on the 28th floor of Technologent Group, Nathaniel smoked continuously, his expression grim. Koen and the others were anxious, and Hudson cursed in frustration.

"Is she a devil? Or some celestial being? Has she flown away?"