The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

He suddenly felt like an abandoned child, standing alone between heaven and earth, yet with no one to match him.

Nathaniel became sorrowful and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you have Madame's phone number?"

After asking, Nathaniel found himself ridiculous. If Freya cared about him, wouldn't she have called him back?

Freya hadn't returned his calls, how could she possibly call Koen?

Koen didn't know what to say and had to offer some advice: "Mr. Morgan, if you're feeling uncomfortable, would you like to take a trip to clear up your mind?"

Nathaniel forced a smile. Without her by his side, what difference would traveling make?

Every day without Freya was hard to get through.

"Go to Red Shift!"

As soon as Nathaniel spoke, Koen wanted to slap himself. Going to the Red Shift at this time meant drinking to drown his sorrows.

He firmly blocked the bedroom door and looked at his boss resolutely, "Boss, listen to us brothers for once. How about not drinking? Or let me take a beating instead?"

Nathaniel coldly replied, "I know my limits."

Nathaniel's Rolls-Royce quietly entered the Red Shift's underground private garage.

Koen, worried about Nathaniel, called Ozzy and Hudson to accompany them.

They headed toward the top-floor suite, but when they reached the elevator, Nathaniel suddenly pressed the button for the eighth floor. They followed him into suite 808.

Sitting on the sofa in suite 808, they suddenly realized this was the room Freya used to clean as a janitor.

Many significant events had happened in this room, leaving deep marks on Nathaniel.

Hudson, preoccupied with thoughts of Luna, wasn't in high spirits either.

The waiter, seeing the boss himself, trembled slightly as he poured the drinks. Nathaniel's voice was hoarse, "Call Della over."

The waiter nodded and left, soon returning with Della, who had just heard that the big boss had come to the Red Shift.

"Mr. Morgan, are you looking for me?"

Della hadn't seen Nathaniel for a long time.

Ever since his marriage to Ms. Gomez, he had been a family-oriented man and rarely visited entertainment venues.

In Saeville he was a king who didn't need to favor anyone. No one come force him into a drinking party if he didn't want to be there.

Nathaniel, eyes slightly downcast, slowly said, "Any new girls recently? Pure ones?"

Koen spat out his drink, and Hudson started coughing uncontrollably.

Ozzy, watching coldly, twitched at the corners of his eyes, unable to believe Nathaniel's words.

The man must have been deeply hurt to think of coming to the Red Shift for

women.

Even Della, who went through a lot over the years, was taken aback by Nathaniel's words.

She took a moment to react before saying, "Mr. Morgan, you came at the right time. I'll call them over."

"There are a few university students with great voices who can sing for you."

Soon, a dozen well-dressed, pretty girls entered the suite.

Koen and the others felt extremely uncomfortable. Though they had been with Nathaniel for years and had their private fun, playing dike this with their boss was a first. noveldrama

Koen coughed and approached the girls, having Della check them

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Della smiled at Nathaniel, "Mr. Morgan, which one do you fancy? Let her stay and

have a drink with you."

Impatience flashed across Nathaniel's face, "All of them."