The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 391

Two gunshots roared in quick succession – Nathaniel made his move.

He grew up in Chinatown. He was the one who evolved from a street thug to a business tycoon. He never thought that the shooting skills he honed for survival would one day be used to kill a woman, especially one who once took a bullet for him. As the shots echoed, Abigail collapsed into a pool of blood.

The first shot pierced her arm.

The second shot hit her heart.

Abigail was naïve enough to think she could take on a group of seasoned criminals by herself.

She underestimated the situation.

Nathaniel slowly walked towards Freya. Just as he was about to reach her, his ankle was gripped tightly by the fallen Abigail.

He had to stop and look at her. Spitting blood, Abigail could only make gurgling noises from her throat.

He raised her head, using the very last bit of her life to beg for a last glance from Nathaniel, even if it was just for a moment.

She stopped breathing. In the end, all she could see from Nathaniel’s eyes was deep disgust, and even fear.

Nathaniel untied Freya from the edge of the cliff and pulled her into his arms. Freya trembled slightly.

It wasn’t entirely an act. She had been hanging in the air for a long time and was shivering from the cold.

“It’s over, everything is over now.” Nathaniel whispered as he gently patted her back, comforting her like a child.

Freya looked past Nathaniel’s shoulder and saw Abigail lying dead on the ground, with her eyes still fixed on her and Nathaniel.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Freya’s mouth.

You liked hell, didn’t you? I did you a favor.

“Yeah, it’s all over now.” Freya sighed softly.