The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Michael gripped Freya's neck tightly and dragged her backward, yelling at Nathaniel, "Nathaniel! If you don't want her to die, then stay away!"

Nathaniel's gaze was cold and fixed on Freya, who was struggling against Michael's hold. The sight was overwhelming, and he felt a surge of blood to his head, nearly causing him to faint.

The powerful recoil from his gun had reopened his wound, but he remained upright, his body tense and rigid. His emotions were at their breaking point, and he looked ready to snap.

His lips were pressed into a thin, straight line, his handsome features set in a chilling expression.noveldrama

His grip on the gun tightened, his eyes red and almost as if they could bleed.

"Do you hear me?" Michael pressed the gun's barrel hard against Freya's temple, his voice laced with panic.

Nathaniel raised his hand to signal Koen to slowly move the boat away.

"Hold on! Are you in such a rush to go to the afterlife?" Sawyer, holding the unconscious Mason in the water, shouted in frustration.

The cold sea made it difficult for him to swim quickly while dragging Mason through the choppy waves. Seeing Nathaniel's boat moving away only added to

his anger.

Luckily, Koen waited for Sawyer, and he managed to get Mason onto the boat's deck.

Hudson and others quickly helped Sawyer aboard, and Ozzy checked on Mason. "He's not in serious danger, but we need to get him warmed up immediately. He's hypothermic and has a dislocated shoulder. Get him into the cabin."

Hudson and the others awkwardly cared for Mason, who resembled Killian so much that Nathaniel felt conflicted.

Years ago, when Killian had dealt with the Morgan family, he was even younger than Mason. Now, Nathaniel was putting all his effort into saving the Gomez children. It was a dramatic turn of events.

Nathaniel often regretted not choosing a different method for seeking revenge on the Gomez family. He wouldn't have used his charm to lure the Gomez heiress if he had known it would lead to this situation.

He had sought revenge but ended up paying a high price. Sometimes, emotions are confusing and hard to understand. At that moment, all he cared about was making sure Freya survived.

"Back off!" Michael was genuinely frantic as he saw speedboats encircling him from all directions, with even more approaching.

Was Nathaniel bringing an entire naval force just to rescue Freya?

Michael noticed that everyone on the speedboats was armed, and he remembered that Nathaniel had initially made his fortune dealing in arms.

If this had been in Saeville, Nathaniel wouldn't have been so bold. But being in the high seas, where Michael thought he could operate with impunity, had only made it easier for Nathaniel to target him.

Michael yelled, "Nathaniel! If you let me go today, I won't cause any more trouble for your Mrs. Morgan!"

"Back off!!"

"Back off!!"

"Back off my ass!" Sawyer, dropping his previously polite demeanor, shouted angrily.

"Where do you expect us to retreat to? You old fool! Release her now, or I'll shoot you full of holes!"

Sawyer grabbed a nearby submachine gun and fired a burst toward Michael, emptying the magazine. While the shots couldn't reach him from this distance, the show of force was still intimidating.

"Back off!" Nathaniel's gaze was fixed on the rail where Freya stood, her white tracksuit stained with what looked like blood. His breathing became uneven as he noticed her condition.

He didn't want to corner Michael or engage in a prolonged struggle. If he did, he might die here, and Freya wouldn't survive.

"Nathaniel! Are you scared? You coward! Get up and deal with him!" Sawyer, frustrated, argued that they could stall and rescue Freya while dealing with Michael.

"Back off!" Nathaniel issued the command, unwilling to provide any further explanations.

a loss; in the high

Sawyer was at a

seas, Nathaniel was in control.

Sawyer's boat was only there to

provide support, and he couldn'tnet

figure out how Nathaniel had mobilized so many agile speedboats. sŵnovel

Feeling defeated, Sawyer had to admit Nathaniel's superiority. He had thought Nathaniel's power was confined to Saeville, but the high seas proved to be his true domain.

Following Nathaniel's orders, the speedboats began to pull back, quickly opening a gap on the eastern side of Michael's yacht.

Michael looked around and commanded, "Send one of your speedboats over here!"

He wasn't about to attempt an escape through the narrow gap between boats; it would be too slow, and he wouldn't have time to react if anything went wrong.

Nathaniel signaled for a speedboat to approach Michael's yacht. With the worsening wind and waves, Michael hurriedly boarded the speedboat with Freya and a few loyal men.

To ensure their escape, he had the speedboat checked thoroughly: it was filled with fuel, was new, and had no explosives.

"Leave Freya on the yacht!" Nathaniel had to use a satellite phone to issue the command from a distance.

Michael grudgingly complied, glancing at Nathaniel's approaching speedboat. Despite its speed, it wouldn't catch up to him in time.

Reluctant to let Freya go so easily, Michael forcibly pushed her onto the speedboat. Before she could react, one of his bodyguards knocked her unconscious, and Michael's speedboat sped off to the east.

"Damn it! How dare he?!" Sawyer swore, heading toward the driver's seat in frustration.

Nathaniel, pushing aside the stunned Koen, took the lead in the chase, rapidly closing in on Michael's speedboat.

Michael, initially feeling triumphant,

toward him at breakneck speed. His

watched as Nathaniel's boat sped

confident expression turned to fear,

realizing Nathaniel might be

intending a collision.

He was astonished at how fast Nathaniel's boat was moving. Had it been

modified?

"Go faster!" Michael screamed in panic, seeing Nathaniel's boat close in. In a desperate move, he pushed Freya overboard.