The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 7

Nathaniel was taller than Jacob; he was around 6.2 feet tall.

He blocked Jacob's way out, so he could not move.

Nathaniel glanced at Freya; she was being held by Jacob in his arms. She was so slim until her bones were prominent; she was like a pity kitten being abandoned.

Her left side of the face was buried in Jacob's arms, exposing her right side, which had a big and shocking scar.

Jacob took a deep breath and looked at Nathaniel pleadingly; he was hugging Freya tightly and was not willing to let go.

"Nathaniel, just let her go!"

"She might die if she's not rushed to the hospital now. I'm her childhood friend after all; please let me send her to the hospital now!"

"We'll talk about it after this, okay?"

Jacob was actually almost at the same level as Nathaniel; he was very different from Robert. The Rivera family was actually being cornered by the Gomez family, and his grandfather was too soft to handle it. If it were not for Jacob, the Rivera family might be long gone.

He might not be as good as Nathaniel, but he was better than almost everyone who was the same age as him.

No one had ever seen him beg for help before. And he never experienced such a situation in front of Nathaniel, but he was willing to do it for Freya.

Nathaniel was staring deadly at him, but he was still moving away slowly.

Della asked for someone to help the drunk Peyton out of the room, and she suddenly shouted at Nathaniel.

"Hey! Nathaniel… Do you know how hard Freya's life was inside the jail? She was almost dead by then. She should have clearly paid off whatever she owes you, right?"

"Her hand is disabled, and her face was cut with a knife. She has nothing now!"

"Can you please let her live? Can you?"

"What kind of grudge did you hold against the Gomez family? Her dad jumped off a building; her mom is in a coma; and her younger brother is still missing. Don't you think that it's enough?"

"She was chasing after you back then. Let's not talk about her father; she had never wronged you, right? Where's your consciousness?"

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Bring her somewhere to sober her up!" Della broke out in a cold sweat. Is this woman insane? How dared she shout at Mr. Morgan?

The two supervisors of the Red Shift were shocked; their faces turned pale. That's it for Peyton; she'll surely be fired by Mr. Morgan.

They hurriedly dragged Peyton to a smaller private room to sober her up.

Nathaniel's face crumpled, and he slowly walked into room 607.

Robert and Emma instantly stood up as Nathaniel sat down on the sofa. There was a sound of the lighter. He lit a cigarette and smoked it.

The light from the lighter illuminated his sharp facial features, and his eyes were extremely cold.

He took a puff of tobacco, and he was tapping on the wine glass. He glanced around at those confused young rich men, and he gestured for his bodyguard to come over.

"Bring them down! Be careful when you're beating them; don't let the security camera capture it."

"Remember to pay for their medical expenses later."

He was the top and richest man in Saeville; he was always silent and expressionless. And he always talked in a cold tone.

Those men were terrified after hearing his words; they were begging for mercy.

"Mr. Morgan, we won't be causing trouble anymore in the Red Shift from now onward."

"We did know that you're the one protecting this place. Mr. Morgan... Mr. Morgan..."

They were brought out from the private room, and Robert quickly smiled apologetically to Nathaniel. His eyes were small, and they got even smaller when he smiled like that.

Emma walked up to him shockingly, and she tried to please him by forcing a smile.

She might be pretty and resourceful; she might want to go after Jacob but never Nathaniel. She was afraid of death.

"Mr. Morgan, I'll punish myself with a drink. I'm sorry that I didn't know that this is your territory. He smiled forcefully, and he tried to pick up the glass. But he was suddenly being kicked on his knees.

Robert fell to the ground, and he was shocked. His face crumpled, and he tried to get himself up. His eyes met Nathaniel's eyes, and he did not dare to utter a word.

"Mr. Morgan…" Robert's voice was shaking.

Emma covered her mouth; she did not dare to make a noise.

If Nathaniel wanted to get to the bottom of this issue, she would be the one to be blamed.

But didn't Nathaniel hate Freya? Now it seems like he's venting out on me and Robert.

She thought that Freya had offended the Morgan family, and no one in Saeville stood up for her. That was why she dared to bully her.

But, it seems like Nathaniel still has something for Freya!

Her mind was in a mess; she was extremely terrified.

Nathaniel used his hand to gesture for Robert to get near him.

Robert held back his anger and pushed himself up. He bowed down to Nathaniel and forced a smile. "Mr. Morgan, how… How do you want me to make it up for you? I can... pay you back."

Nathaniel smirked and asked mockingly, "Did you just say you want to pay me money?"

"Didn't your father try to buy Fidelity shares? The Collabera Group is left with around one billion dollars in funds; in less than three days, the funds will be zero and even negative."

Robert was finally truly terrified after hearing his words. How did he know about it? My father spent a lot of money just to get Knuckles' advice...

Unless it was his scheme to take over the Collabera Group?

"Mr. Morgan, Mr. Morgan!" Robert finally knelt down and cried out, "It's my entire fault! It has nothing to do with my dad and the Reeves family."

Nathaniel looked at him in disgust and said coldly, "Two years ago, you got interested in a girl from Alexylva University; you forcefully brought her back to your private clubhouse. And the next day, she died from falling from the stairs."

"You paid two million dollars so that the lawyers accused that girl of being promiscuous. But, she was being forced by you, wasn't she?"

"You have destroyed all the surveillance footage, but I heard that there's still one hidden security camera that has the records of you pushing that girl naked; she didn't fall by herself." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Mr. Morgan… Please let me go for this once!" Robert started to breath heavily, and he repeatedly kowtowed to him.

Nathaniel's face darkened, and he snorted without looking at Emma. "Crawl in between her legs and drink one hundred bottles of wine; if you can't finish, ask her to finish the rest!"

"Mr. Morgan, I'm innocent! Peyton's the one who brought Freya in, not me... I've no idea…" She was completely frightened, and she started to make up stories.

Robert was not going to finish this much wine; he would be forcing her to drink.

And he was a revengeful man, especially toward women. If he ever crawled under her legs, he would definitely kill her.

"Mr. Morgan…" She knelt down.

He slowly stood up, and he felt that he was wasting his life by dealing with the two of them.

He walked to the door, and the bodyguards of the Morgan family came in with boxes of wine.

The door of room 607 was closed, and there were a lot of slapping sounds. Emma was screaming uncontrollably.

In the Strix Hospital of Saeville, Freya was lying on the bed of a single-person ward. There was a faint smell of medicine and also of flowers, and the sunlight shone into the ward.

Freya opened her eyes, and she thought that she was in heaven.

After having a good look, she was disappointed to see that she was still alive.

"Freya, are you awake?" Jacob smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm worried that you won't ever wake up again!"

It seemed like he did not sleep for the entire night; his hair was a mess but still handsome.