The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

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Chapter 145 Breaking Free Finished She had been subjected to brutal, inhumane torture of the highest intensity, resulting in the loss of her unborn child.

The child. merely four or five months in gestation, was cruelly taken from her through a forced cesarean section. That operation...

Freya clenched her fists tightly, her eyes shut, unable to revisit the past, too painful to look back.

A young man extended his hand towards Freya, offering a polite smile, “Hello, let's reintroduce ourselves. I'm Sawyer Lloyd. We actually met three years ago." Freya's abrupt movements caught the attention of the coffee shop patrons, their surprised gazes turning towards her.

Sawyer's lips curled into a charming smile, he gestured towards the window and suggested in a low chuckle, "Shall we continue our conversation elsewhere? This place is a bit noisy, and I suspect you wouldn't want your friend to overhear, would you?" "I can see that you're protective of your friend and don't want to involve her, but it's tough to fight alone, isn't it?" "Do you want..." "Where are we going?" Freya asked, her gaze icy.

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He claimed to have met her three years ago. A memory flickered in Freya's mind, but it couldn't be, it was a women's prison! She felt as if a piece of her memory had vanished into thin air. Trying to retrieve it brought nothing but pain. It was as if she had been subjected to selective brainwashing.

She remembered the first tshe saw Sawyer in the underground boxing ring, she had felt a strange sense of familiarity. Now it seemed that this familiarity had been lying in wait for her.

Peyton had mentioned that this young man was the half-brother of Mr. Alexander Lloyd, currently the talk of the town in Saeville. Freya had no desire to get entangled with such complicated individuals.

However, he knew too much. Freya had no choice but to follow him out of the cafe, without even a moment to inform Peyton.

She followed Sawyer to a brand new motorcycle parked outside. Despite her lack of interest in motorcycles, she knew that they were a popular status symbol among the affluent.

A motorcycle could cost anywhere from tens to hundreds of thousands, even millions.

Freya glanced at the motorcycle Sawyer was mounting, feeling a pang of embarrassment.

Just as she was about to head towards the Porsche parked nearby, Sawyer caught her wrist. His hands were Balance 687 + 1 Coins = 1 Pearls 20:07 Fri, 5 Jul 1007 Chapter 145 Breaking Free "You're bold enough to drive Nathaniel's car, aren't you? Aren't you afraid he might have installed surveillance in it?" Sawyer laughed.

Freya silently conceded his point. Nathaniel was far fr nocent.

Finished She had done everything in her power against the Gomcmily and him. Now, even as she enjoyed a brief respite of freedom, she was treading on Nathaniel's thin line of tolerance.

Perhaps one day, he would snap and imprison her once again.

"Con," Sawyer beckoned, straddling the motorcycle. He extended his arm towards Freya, offering her a helmet.

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Collecting herself, Freya accepted the helmet and climbed onto the motorcycle behind Sawyer.

"Hold on tight!" Sawyer chuckled. Before Freya could respond, he gunned the engine and they shot forward.

Caught off guard, Freya was thrown against Sawyer's back. Instinctively, she tightened her grip around him. The motorcycle sped along Vanara Trail, closely pursued by a black car.

Sawyer caught sight of it in his rearview mirror. Smirking, he suddenly swerved into a narrow alley, Satoh the Find ovel. et website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

The black car was unable to follow and screeched to a halt at the alley's ahaltat entrance! Several burly ment jumped out, anxiously making phone calls.

Sawyer swiftly led Freya to a cluster ༽ཤ་ of unfinished buildings. In a matter of minutes, they had traversed the city from east to west, leaving the bustling downtown behind for the quieter residential area. 238 X

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