The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Even if the other party deleted the contact, there should have been a notification indicating the deletion, but now it seemed as if the number had disappeared into thin air.

The girls had no idea that the Tellgram account given to them by Sawyer belonged to a top hacker who could easily create a small program to remove them from his contact list.

The girls were completely stunned, and the surrounding security guards started laughing. "Your boyfriend's name is Hiller Brooke? More like Hella Broke."

More and more people gathered around, pointing and commenting on the six girls who were now red-faced.

"Isn't it interesting? Some women that are unattractive still think they're worth something. They want a handsome guy to pay for their meal and even treat their friends. Why don't you just choke on the meal?"

"Where did these weirdos come from? When did such strange customers start appearing at Red Shift?"

The security guards were clearly losing patience and grabbed the gray-haired leader who was trying to escape. They then picked up the phone to call the police. Unless the girls' parents coughed up 100,000 dollars, the issue wouldn't be resolved.

The assistant, who had been watching everything in secret, left the hall and called his boss.

"Mr. Sawyer, those six women are being held by the security guards, and the police have been called."

On the other end, Sawyer's lazy voice came through, "If you're mouthy, you'll face consequences. No exceptions."

Freya had been to prison, but it wasn't these disreputable women's place to poke at Freya's backbone. He would make them bleed.

It was deep into the night.

Nathaniel finished the banquet and got into his car, surrounded by a crowd of people seeing him off.

Grace was extremely excited, her heart racing.

Even if she couldn't become Mrs. Morgan, just having an affair with Mr. Morgan would be enough. Even a single hair from Mr. Morgan could sustain her for several lifetimes.

Mr. Morgan was known for his indifference to women, with the only woman he cared about being Freya.

Tonight, despite Grace's best efforts to flirt and provoke, Mr. Morgan hadn't rejected her.

This was a rare opportunity, like a spring awakening, a gift from the heavens. Grace approached Mr. Morgan's car and Koen was forced to lower the window.

She leaned on the car window, looking at Nathaniel inside.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, but I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Nathaniel was extremely tired after the event. If it weren't for showing face for Freya, he wouldn't have bothered with these people.

Just as he was about to leave, Grace chased after him. Who gave her the guts to do so?

Nathaniel's face darkened, and

Grace, seeing his expression, was startled. It was completely different from his demeanor with the media at the banquet, showing extreme annoyance.

But this was a chance of a lifetime, and Grace felt she might never have such good luck again.

She quickly smiled, “Mr. Morgan, I'm really sorry. I didn't drive today and can't reach my agent. Could you give me a ride home?"

The driver, Koen, almost choked in disbelief.

How could this woman be so blindly

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Mr. Morgan's car? Mr. Morgan's car had only ever had Freya in it.

Not only had Freya been in it, but they had also spent hours together in the car, with the privacy screen up.

Grace, trying to appear pitiful, had left her coat at the event. Now, shivering and looking helpless, any man would feel sympathy for her.

Even a man who didn't have feelings for Grace might not bear seeing such a pitiful girl standing in the cold night wind.

Grace eagerly looked at Nathaniel, already imagining that as soon as the car door opened, she would slip in. How far she'd go depended on Mr. Morgan's reaction. noveldrama

Nathaniel leaned back in his seat and slowly uttered, "Get lost."