The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Mandy helped Freya close the door and left her room.

She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sympathy for Freya and began to reflect on the notion that avoiding romantic entanglements might indeed be the wisest path. Just look at the chaos now.

It seemed that Mr. Sawyer, despite their brief encounter years ago, remained unable to move on from Ms. Freya. This fixation had led to a series of unfortunate events.

The world of the wealthy was beyond her comprehension. She was perplexed by how the wealthy seemed to be caught in an endless cycle of drama and emotional turmoil.

The car Mandy had rented for Freya hadn't yet reached the 24-hour return period, so she took it herself.

She made a quick stop at a phone store to purchase a new mobile phone, and feeling a bit peckish afterward, she drove to a nearby bakery.

There, she bought a small cake and found a spot on the steps of a charming church to enjoy her treat.

During her time studying in Pontenero, Mandy had developed a fondness for sitting casually in public places while eating and observing the surroundings.

It was a simple pleasure to take in the scenery and watch the ebb and flow of people passing by.

To make herself more comfortable, Mandy adjusted her shoulder bag, placing it on the steps beside her, and retrieved the small cream cake. Just as she took a bite, a young boy suddenly raced past her and snatched her bag.

"Hey! Hey!" Mandy was stunned. Last night, Ms. Freya had her bag stolen by a boy, and now it was her turn. Was this some kind of serial thief?

She dropped her cake and ran after the boy. If she lost her belongings again, she and Freya would be too embarrassed to show their faces.

However, Mandy's outfit for the exhibition included stylish clothes and mid-heeled shoes, making it difficult to run.

She stumbled and was about to fall when someone grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the ground with considerable strength.

Mandy was pulled to her feet and turned to see Taylor's cold, impassive face. For

a moment, she was speechless.

"Mr. Taylor?" Mandy exclaimed, astonished to see him.

Taylor's expression tightened with irritation at being recognized in public.

Since parting ways with Nathaniel and leaving Technologent Group, Taylor had lost his direction in life.

His main goal had been to find his

е sister, but upon discovering she was

And witnessing her death at

Nathaniel's hands due to Freya's plat, his purpose crumbled

Avenging Abigail by killing Nathaniel or Freya was out of the question The complex web of relationships and grievances among them made any act of retribution seem futile.

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Life had become increasingly monotonous and meaningless for him.noveldrama

After handling Abigail's cremation, Taylor had taken her ashes on a journey, attempting to honor her memory.

Taylor realized that all of Abigail's interests stemmed from Nathaniel.

Nathaniel had cherished Abigail as a lifesaver and sister, taking great care of her. Being close to Nathaniel, Taylor had learned about Abigail's taste for luxury and European classical culture.

He then traveled with Abigail's ashes, trying to enjoy the things she had loved.

However, every bustling place only made him feel more out of place.

Without offering any explanation, Taylor handed Mandy the bag containing Abigail's ashes.

"Hold this for me!" Taylor called out, shoving the bag into Mandy's arms before taking off after the boy.

Mandy barely had time to respond before Taylor had already vanished from sight.

A few petty thieves in Pontenero were no match for Taylor. Even a strong adult couldn't outrun him, let alone a kid.

The boy, noticing Taylor gaining on him, used his agility and small size to dart into the crowded square, heading straight into a group of tourists.

Taylor was momentarily blocked by the dense crowd. The number of people increased as a tour group arrived, allowing the boy to blend in and disappear.