The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 500

As the sun dipped lower, the turbulent waves of the open sea hinted at an approaching storm.

The yacht rocked violently, heightening the tension among everyone on board.

They all understood the gravity of their situation: they had kidnapped Nathaniel's wife, a man known for his ruthlessness. Each one of them knew that getting off the boat might mean being hunted down relentlessly.

No one could fathom why Freya continued to resist. If she pushed Michael too far, both she and her brother would likely end up feeding the fish.

Michael fixed a cold, mocking stare on Freya. "Stop wasting your energy. No one can save you now."

"Look at the weather, Freya. A storm is brewing on the open sea, and it can be deadly. Your brother is the last of your family. You may not fear death, but what about him? He's just a child."

"Release my brother," Freya demanded. "Have someone take him to shore and hand him over to the Lloyd family."

"I need confirmation from the Lloyd family that he's safe. Then I'll tell you everything."

Michael’s eyes flashed with surprise, and Freya chuckled softly. “You see, even you don’t believe it. So why should I?”

Michael's eyes twitched before he let out a sudden laugh. "Killian’s daughter is tougher than I expected."

"But I have ways to make you talk. I’ve heard that when a person goes mad, they'll reveal everything. I've been too soft on you, it seems."

“I remember meeting you when you were little, such an adorable child.”

The way Michael said "adorable" made Freya feel sick. She had a sudden, ominous suspicion that Michael was truly a pervert.

“We'll start by sending your brother to join you in the afterlife. You know I'm not a good person. At worst, I'll send you to an asylum. With the advancements in modern medicine, there are plenty of ways to make you talk: electroshock therapy, hypnosis, drugs…”

Freya glared at Michael, who straightened up and glanced at Mason, who was dangling weakly by the ship's railing.

Mason, already frail and just a child, had been exposed to the elements for too long and was on the brink of death.

Michael, his face cold and stern, pointed at Mason and ordered, “Throw the brat overboard.”

“Yes, sir,” a burly bodyguard replied, pulling out a military knife as he approached Mason.

Grabbing the rope suspending Mason, the bodyguard prepared to cut it.

Mason, barely conscious from exhaustion and thirst, let out a weak cry of pain as the movement aggravated his injuries.

Freya's heart clenched. The bodyguard gripped the rope and was about to slice it when she shouted, "Moonbrink Road!"

Everyone stopped and looked at Michael, who nodded in satisfaction, a smile spreading across his face.

“You see, if you had been this cooperative earlier, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time. Very good!”

He approached Freya with eager eyes. “Which city? Saeville or Riverville?”

Could Abigail have hidden the item in another city?