The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

The male celebrities were dumbfounded. They were used to being the ones getting terminated by their agencies when problems arose, not the other way around, where they had to take responsibility for the company's issues.

The venue buzzed with commotion, and the organizers had to arrange a separate room to gather the representatives from Aurell Jewelry and the wealthy women who had placed orders, leaving them to sort things out among themselves.

The atmosphere of the banquet changed dramatically. Compared to buying glass jewelry, purchasing pieces designed by the formerly incarcerated Freya seemed more appealing.

After all, her designs were impeccable, and the jewelry she produced was undoubtedly of high quality and value. Buying Freya's jewelry was seen as a long- term investment with promising returns.

Sawyer looked at Freya intently, giving her a thumbs-up with a low chuckle, "Impressive! Your eye for details is incredible!"

"I deeply regret not meeting you sooner. If we had gone gem hunting in Southeast Asia together, we might have become billionaires by now."

Freya, still a bit unsettled by the recent events, gave him a faint smile in response.

Before Sawyer could further charm anyone, orders for Freya's jewelry started pouring in like snowflakes at the banquet. It seemed Freya and her team would soon be counting money until their hands cramped.

Suddenly, the entrance to the venue erupted in chaos again, and Freya saw Nathaniel being escorted in by Koen and others.

His custom-tailored black suit perfectly complemented his cold, imposing demeanor. Even without saying a word, his mere presence was enough to make people tremble.

As Nathaniel walked in, he instantly drew everyone's attention.

While the event was full of handsome men, his appearance transcended mere physical attractiveness, making the term "handsome" seem inadequate and almost disrespectful.

He belonged on a throne, worshipped by all.

The moment Nathaniel entered, Freya's heart dropped slightly.

Since their reconciliation, Nathaniel had promised not to interfere with her life and to grant her freedom.

Moreover, jewelry wasn't part of the

Morgan family's business, and he didn't have an invitation to the banquet. Bringing so many people and barging in felt overly aggressive.

Freya frowned slightly, and in no time, Nathaniel was standing in front of her. He gazed at her, noticing her exposed arms, which were cold due to the overly air-conditioned @oom.

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Nathaniel took her hand, draped his jacket over her shoulders, and though he was

seething with anger, he remained composed in front of her.

Despite his best efforts, his voice was still tense, and his expression didn't hide his displeasure.

"Why didn't you wear a shawl? What if you catch a cold from the air conditioning?" He led her to a sofa to rest.

"Nathaniel..." Freya felt incredibly awkward wearing his jacket and sitting idly at such an event, disregarding company matters.

She tried to take off the jacket, but Nathaniel stopped her and firmly seated her beside him.

Now, with only a high-quality light gray shirt on, Nathaniel's presence was still striking. The attention to detail in the shirt's buttons was unmistakable, clearly the work of a renowned designer. noveldrama

Even a few buttons on his shirt could outshine most people's accessories in the

room.