The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 9

Freya was supposed to take leave for the day, but she insisted on going to Red Shift to work despite Peyton stopping her.

She should not be laying down on the bed resting while Peyton was out there working hard; she could not always depend on her to pay off her mother's hospital bill.

It would be shameless to do so; she might have done a little favor for Peyton before, but Peyton had repaid her more than enough. She was now the one in debt to Peyton.

She was in the changing room, and she opened the cabinet to take out her work dress. She took a deep breath and brushed her hair. She was about to take off her clothes and put them in the cabinet.

She overheard people gossiping out there.

"Did you hear? Emma, the actress, has gone crazy after being disfigured by Mr. Reeves. She was being sent back to her hometown."

"There was footage of her being promiscuous all around the internet!"

"Where is it? Show it to me!"

"It's been banned online, so it can't be found now." "Her career is totally ruined."

"Then, is Mr. Reeves being caught for his crime?"

"Yes, and he is also being sued for the case of the young university girl. I think he'll be heavily sentenced!"

"The Reeves family is rich; he won't be sentenced heavily!"

"Ha! It was said that the Reeves family was gone; their stock crashed. No one can save him now!"

Freya was slightly taken aback upon hearing their conversation. Is it possible that someone is out to get me? But who am I to expect such things at this moment? I'm unworthy for anyone to do so for me.

But the two of them got what they deserved.

After packing up her things, she walked out. Everyone stopped talking when they saw her.

They only continued to speak once she left the changing room.

"It's rumored that Mr. Reeves and Emma got into trouble because of her."

"What? " "Who in the world would protect such a cheap and ugly woman like her?"

"Didn't Mr. Rivera stand up for her? Maybe he likes this kind of ugly, lowly woman! Ha, ha…"

Freya froze for a while, and she continued to walk without looking back. When she almost arrived at the entrance of the Red Shift, Della called her.

"Freya, come here for a while!"

She turned and walked toward Della, not knowing why she had called for her.

Della looked at her and felt strange; she could not comprehend Nathaniel's actions.

"You don't have to be the usher starting today."

Freya was stunned, but she was relieved. Being an usher was too much for her.

She quickly thanked her and said, "Thank you, Ms. Cruz; I'll get changed and clean the washrooms now."

"You don't have to do that either." She glanced at her and said, "You don't have to change; you can go straight to room 808. Mr. Nathaniel wants you to be in the public relations department."

Freya's face turned pale.

She knew that "public relations department" was just a better word for "bar girl."

So, after all, Nathaniel did not want to let her go. Is being an usher not insulting enough for me? Now that he wants me to serve and drink with men?

I can't even drink because of my gastric problem!

I'm numb from others humiliating me, but why? Why does he have to do this to me too?

Why does he want me to serve other men? How much more does he want to torture me?

She lowered her head and clenched her fists.

She knew that it was impossible for him to let her go.

It was exactly the same as what happened three years ago.

She regretted falling in love with such a cruel man.

It was the biggest mistake of her life; she could never forgive herself for it.

Della sympathized with her, but she offended the wrong person, so she could not help much either.

Della spoke softly and patted her shoulder. "C'mon, it's not good for the customers to wait too long."

She nodded, and she walked toward Room 808 numbly. She gently opened the door, and it was unexpectedly quiet. There was only the smell of cigarettes.

I don't love her! I was only acting it out.