The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret
Chapter 158

Chapter 158 Unfounded Criticisms

Freya's brow furrowed as Abigail thrust an invitation card into her hands. Was Nathaniel planning to invite her to his wedding?

She would have to attend, of course.

Nathaniel's voice on the other end of the phone was flat, almost du. commanded, before abruptly ending the call.

cet me in my office," he

With a sigh, Freya gathered her laptop from the desk in front of her. Instead of returning to the Design Department to drop off her computer, she headed straight for the elevator.

Whenever Nathaniel summoned her at the office, it was never about personal matters. He would undoubtedly want to discuss the recent planning and design for East Seaville. Conveniently, she had a basic sketch saved on her computer that she could show him.

Upon reaching the 28th floor, Freya exited the elevator and made her way to Nathaniel's office.

Each visit to this place filled her with a sense of dread.

The weight of the past was too heavy here, every corner seemed to bear the imprint of her father.

She paused outside the chairman's office, took a deep breath to steady her nerves, and knocked on the door.

"Enter," came the cold response.

Gathering her courage, Freya gently pushed open the door and stepped inside. Behind the large rosewood desk sat Nathaniel, his stern brows furrowed in concentration.

As Nathaniel looked up and met Freya's composed gaze, he felt an unexpected surge of panic.

He had only just arrived at the office that day to discover that Abigail had been distributing wedding invitations throughout the company. He had agreed to the marriage primarily because Uncle Michael's health was deteriorating.

He owed a great deal to their family, and with Uncle Michael seemingly alone in his final days, Nathaniel felt a pang of guilt and agreed to expedite the wedding.

However, he hadn't anticipated that Abigail would spread the news so quickly, even distributing invitations at his company.

While he was irritated, he couldn't bring himself to be angry with Abigail.

Nathaniel was aware of how long Abigail had been waiting for this wedding, but her enthusiasm seemed

excessive.

Strangely, the first person he thought of upon hearing the news was Freya. He felt a subconscious twinge of guilt when he looked at her. "Sit," Nathaniel gestured to the leather sofa across from him.

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Nathaniel watched her, his heart filled with frustration. Hadn't she heard about his impending marriage? However, he quickly dismissed this thought when he "Happy" printed on it in Freya's hand. The sight was

ed the golden invitation card with the word

nch to the gut.

Nathaniel's deep-set eyes grew colder, his brows furrowing in displeasure.

She knew everything, yet what was that expression on her face?

Freya could feel the atmosphere in the office shift, becoming icy. She looked up at Nathaniel, meeting his frosty gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. Nathaniel averted his gaze, gripping a document so tightly he nearly tore it.

"How's the design progressing?" Nathaniel's voice was strained, betraying his suppressed anger and disappointment.

Freya quickly opened the folder on her computer, stood up, and placed the laptop on Nathaniel's desk.

I've completed the initial sketch, Mr. Morgan. Please let me know if there are any changes you'd like to make."

Nathaniel's mind was far from the design at that moment, but seeing Freya's calm demeanor only fueled his anger. He glanced at the sketch and began to make a series of arbitrary criticisms.

Even the usually composed Freya, who took life's challenges in stride, found it hard to tolerate such baseless accusations. Her slender fingers tightened around the edge of the desk, biting back her retort.

Freya was a seasoned professional in the design industry, while Nathaniel was a mere novice. The fact that he, who knew next to nothing about design, was criticizing her work was both absurd and infuriating.

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