The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 462

Frey once believed the world was simply black and white. It took three years in prison to understand the subtleties of the gray areas.

She opened her laptop and accessed a program she had hidden for a long time.

This program contained all her important documents, various accounts, assets, and copyrighted works.

She pulled them out, sorted them, and ensured they were all in order.

The program was tied to her lawyer; if anything happened to her, he would distribute her property according to her will.

After sending a crucial folder to her phone, Frey cleared her browsing history, turned off the computer, and calmed herself before calling Sawyer.

Sawyer answered quickly, sounding tired, indicating he had just been asleep.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?" Frey asked, realizing he might have been exhausted from a long night, just like her.

Sawyer chuckled, his fatigue adding a pleasant charm to his voice. "Ms. Frey, you can disturb me anytime and anywhere, I like it very much."

Frey twitched at his words, feeling the frivolous nature common to the Lloyd brothers.

Nonetheless, she needed his help urgently. "Are you free now? I'll treat you to a meal and I need your help with something."

Sawyer fell silent on the other end of the line.

In Pontenero, there was not just Sawyer but also the Plague God, Nathaniel.

Nathaniel was far more capable than Sawyer.

Sawyer's voice was still cheerful, showing no signs of the humiliation he endured from Nathaniel yesterday. This reassured Frey, and she agreed.

She packed her things, washed her face, and applied light makeup.

Her eyes were slightly dark blue from lack of sleep. She pressed her fingers to her eyes, but the image of Nathaniel and Luna kissing passionately in the car kept resurfacing.

Frey's heart ached for a moment.

She had invested too much effort in Nathaniel before; now, she just wanted to focus on herself and her family.

She really couldn't afford to waste any more energy on him. She didn't have any left to give.

Meanwhile, in his apartment, Nathaniel woke from his hangover and slowly sat up. His forehead felt like it was exploding, with bursts of pain.