The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 525

“After the one-month cooling-off period, we will proceed with the court hearing regarding the divorce lawsuit filed by your wife. We hope you can attend in person.”

Since the call was on speakerphone, everyone in the room heard the news.

Ozzy, with his keen perception, could even sense the strong curiosity from the clerk on the other end. This divorce case, involving one of the wealthiest figures in Saeville, was bound to be the most high-profile divorce in the country, and everyone was inexplicably intrigued.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a shadow over Nathaniel's broad shoulders. His face was as cold and grim as the shadow itself.

No one had anticipated that Freya would be so resolute, choosing to pursue a divorce lawsuit rather than an amicable agreement. Nathaniel’s grip tightened on the arms of his chair, his long fingers turning pale from the pressure.

The office was dead silent. Even Hudson, who was usually talkative, dared not say a word.

After a long pause, Nathaniel finally managed to control his breathing. Clenching his teeth, he spat out through gritted teeth, “Freya... how dare you…”

He picked up his phone and dialled Freya.

Freya answered quickly. Nathaniel's back was rigid, and his eyes were sharp; if she had been in front of him, his gaze would have pierced through her.

“Freya, listen carefully,” Nathaniel said slowly, his voice dripping with menace. “In my dictionary, there is no such thing as divorce, only widowhood!”

Freya’s expression shifted on the other end. “Nathaniel, can you be reasonable for once?”

“How am I being unreasonable? You’re colluding with Leng Shua, and as your husband, I can’t even voice my concerns?” Nathaniel growled.

Freya was infuriated. “Let me make this clear again: my relationship with Leng Shua is purely professional. It’s not as sordid as you imagine.”

“If anyone should reflect on their actions, it’s you, Mr. Nathaniel. Do I need to lay everything bare?”

“Nathaniel, since you’re unwilling to sign the divorce agreement, I have no choice but to proceed with the lawsuit. I will leave with nothing. You don’t need to gather any evidence against me; I won’t take a single penny of your money.”

“Freya! Say that again!” Nathaniel’s voice was filled with fury.

Freya, irritated, spoke sharply. “I said, I don’t care about anything related to you—your wealth, your status, or the position of Mrs. Morgan. I, Freya, am not interested in any of it.”

Nathaniel was left speechless, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly, causing him to groan in pain.

“Freya, you will regret this. You will pay the price for what you’ve said today!”

Freya let out a soft, defeated laugh. “Oh? Are you threatening me? Fine, I’m right here. You can drag me to hell, imprison me, and torture me.”

The words “torture” and “imprison” made Nathaniel hang up abruptly. He feared he might be overwhelmed with rage.