The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret by Carly Glover
Chapter 303 She Was Innocent

There were footsteps, screams, and even the sound of Koen running over.

At that point, he asked Koen to keep an eye on Freya and went to meet Killian at the Omnilert Group's 28th-floor office building.

The noises suddenly ceased, and there was a strong, blustery, cold wind outside.

With a shiver across his body, Nathaniel lost control of Freya's phone, which fell to the ground.

Trembling all over, he fell gently to the ground against the chilly wall.

This document was sufficient evidence that Abigail had framed Freya and that she had been defamed from the penitentiary three years prior.

At that moment, Nathaniel also watched a significant amount of CCTV tape, but he was only able to provide conclusive evidence that Freya had pushed Abigail in all directions.

Only he had forgotten about the surveillance here. After all, this is a broken camera, and he wasn't expecting to be able to capture such a clear exchange between the two.

Although the other cameras could hear the commotion, it was not very clear, and it was only barely visible that the two of them were fighting.

If the case three years ago was an injustice, consider Freya's pregnancy, her time in jail, the torture she endured there, and the fact that the kid was removed from her body while still alive. In terror, Nathaniel's face went pale, and he gazed at his trembling hand. Was Abigail the one who killed his child?

If that's the case, he sent Freya and his children to hell.

With shaking hands, he pulled out a cigarette, clenched it between his teeth, and headed in the direction of the flames. The lighter most likely dropped inside the automobile. Nathaniel put the cigarette in his hand, rubbed it, and sobbed silently.

A yacht was docked in the bay, not far from the lighthouse, as the night continued to fall.

From the shore, the yacht appeared to be a faint shadow on the sea because only one of its lights was on and the others were out.

It would never have occurred to anyone that the yacht's lower deck was particularly crowded at this time.

The laptop computer in front of them was managed by technicians moving back and forth, along with a few odd-looking inspection devices.

Seated nearby on the sofa, Freya gazed out the window at the dark sea.

"Drink it!" When Sawyer approached Freya with a glass of hot milk, she accepted it and said, "Thank you."

Freya had witnessed Sawyer sparring in the underground ring, even though he appeared quite thin on the outside. His enormous muscles make him the ruler of the black night.

Simply put, many empathized with him and thought he was deceptive because he appeared soft and frail. Even a treacherous person like Alexander was duped by his younger brother.

"Why don't you go to bed for a while? I'll let you know when we manage to get past Nathaniel's encrypted network interface."

The last time Freya went to Nathaniel's office, she didn't obtain what she wanted. She had second thoughts. She could uncover a great deal of undiscovered information if she could just get a hacker to break into Nathaniel's primary network.

This time, a fire nearly killed her, but fortunately, it also presented her with a fresh chance.

Sawyer studied Freya's pallid countenance. He was somewhat intrigued by her distinct personality, regardless of her physical appearance. It makes sense that Nathaniel was fixated on her as well.

"This time you exposed Abigail's affairs in public and embarrassed Nathaniel," he said, taking a deep breath. "I assume he won't let you leave now."

"As long as we break into the encrypted channel and locate what we're looking for, let's depart Saeville and leave him. I fear that if you carry on in this manner, he will murder you."

"Jacob is the precedent!"

Freya shook her head slowly and said, "He won't."

Sawyer's eyebrows furrowed a little as soon as Freya finished speaking.

Was her faith in Nathaniel that strong?