The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 11

Freya looked into his reddened eyes; her heart was pained, and she felt that she could not breath.

He gritted his teeth and snapped. "Freya, I want you to apologize to me! Apologize to Abigail! You're the one at fault!"

"Your left hand deserved to be disabled!"

"Do you hear me? Apologize now!"

He was growling in a low voice.

She closed her eyes; he was grabbing too hard on her wrist; it hurt so much.

She broke free from him, and she slowly walked toward the two of them.

Nathaniel was so angry that his face turned pale.

The two of them were extremely awkward; they were considered Killian's best friends back then. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

When the Gomez family was in trouble, they chose to be bystanders.

They were grateful for their choices three years ago. If not, they would be offending Nathaniel, which would cause them great trouble.

They could see that Nathaniel really despised the Gomez family; it was a pretty rich and resourceful family.

The Morgan and Rivera families were distributing the wealth of Gomez among themselves, and the two of them actually joined in to get the rest of the advantages.

They attacked the Gomez family at their weakest point by selling their stocks and evicting the Gomez family. Then they made a lot of money from it.

Seeing Freya walk toward them, they felt weird. But they could not do anything since she offended Nathaniel.

James looked at her and said with a dry smile, "Oh, it's Fay! I haven't seen you in three years; let me pour wine for you!"

She wanted to pick up the small wine glass, but James stopped her.

Lucas knew what James wanted to do, so he asked for a bigger wine glass from the waiter.

"Give me a few bottles of whiskey!"

She trembled upon hearing their words; her stomach could not possibly take it.

She looked at Lucas pitifully, wishing he could help her. She hoped that he would not torture her due to their past acquaintance.

She was newly discharged from the hospital; she could not drink anymore.

She might be dead from drinking hard liquor.

But she refused to apologize to Nathaniel and to Abigail. She would never apologize to them; Abigail framed her, so she would rather be dead than apologize.

James smiled and opened up the whiskey, which he poured into a bigger wine glass.

"C'mon, Fay, let's drink with the two of us!"

She unwillingly picked up the wine glass, and her hand was trembling. She saw the two of them smile cruelly.

She knew she was hoping too much; the two of them did not even help the Gomez family back then; it was impossible for them to offend Nathaniel now. She was not even useful to them in any way now.

They're doing this to me now just to please Nathaniel now...

She took a deep breath and gulped it down.

She was coughing as she choked on her drink; James smiled coldly and pinned her neck down while forcing her to drink.

She was left there paralyzed, and James grabbed her shoulder and said, "Ms. Gomez, you're such a good drinker!"

From Nathaniel's point of view, she was leaning into James' embrace; he tensed up.

She would rather throw herself at other men than bow to him; he was irritated.

Her stomach was in great pain, as she expected; she felt like throwing up.

Her face was totally pale, and she looked helplessly at James.

But James smiled at her and said, "Since Mr. Morgan wants to see you kissing me, come on." Ha, ha, ha!"

Lucas also smiled, as if Freya should be the one feeling honored to kiss them.

After all, bullying Freya could please Nathaniel, so they would definitely do it since no one would stand up for her. She deserved it.

She smiled bitterly as she understood the reality of life now.

She slowly raised her head, and she tiptoed to kiss James' cheek.

Before her lips touched his cheek, she was being forcefully dragged away.

She gazed into his reddened eyes.

"Why are you so cheap?" "Well, very well!"

Nathaniel was so angry that his mind went blank, and he slapped her hard.

He slapped her too hard without controlling his force; half of her face was swollen, and the corner of her lips was bleeding.

She stared at him and smiled miserably.

"Mr. Morgan, I'm indeed very cheap! You don't even have to doubt that!"

"I can do so much more than a kiss! If Mr. James and Mr. Lucas double up the money and pay me two hundred thousand, I can go home with them!"

"We can even have fun together all at once!"

Nathaniel's body was trembling, and he strangled her neck. She grabbed his wrist, and she smiled even wider.

James and Lucas's faces changed seeing what was happening; they doubted that they had done the wrong thing.

Nathaniel wanted to strangle her to death, but Freya looked at him calmly with her teeth gritted.

"You like money, don't you?"

"I'll give you money!"

He suddenly stepped forward to lift her up, and he kicked open the door and strode out.

Everyone was dumbfounded on the spot; no one expected the calm and mature Nathaniel to lose control of his emotions.

He carried her directly to the top floor of his personal private room; the entire floor was only for his use.

Koen wanted to follow him up to the top floor, but Nathaniel yelled at him.

Hence, he had no choice but to stay outside of the elevator; he looked at him as he carried her into the elevator.

Della was also alarmed and hurried over.

"What happened?"

Koen smiled bitterly and answered, "He pushed too much and drove himself crazy instead!"

He carried her on his shoulder, so that it was actually pressing on her stomach. She felt like there was fire burning in her stomach; it was burning every inch of her nerves.

She was being carried into his bedroom; his bedroom was always in black and white, and the cold color tone was as cold as his character.

He threw her on the bed, and he took his wallet out. He threw all sorts of cards on her face and body.

"I'll give you money! That's all you want, isn't it?"

He leaned into her and tore off her dress.

Suddenly, she was vomiting all the wine she had drunk; there were even traces of blood as she puked.

He finally let go of her dress, and he was regaining his sanity.

"You… vomited blood…" He was panicking.

Her body was trembling, and she pushed him away forcibly. She staggered out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

She lay on the toilet bowl and vomited nonstop; she was on the edge of collapsing.

Nathaniel hurriedly arrived at the bathroom door; just as he wanted to step into the bathroom, Freya looked at him and shouted in fear.

"Nathaniel Morgan! You disgust me! You're so disgusting!"

And, when she suddenly lost consciousness and fainted to the ground, she did not hear his exclamation.