The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Departure From The Underground Boxing Ring 

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Alexander contemplated for a moment before responding in a measured tone. “I’ll be heading back to Porcjimo next week. You’re welcome to use my private jet. 

Freya’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She quickly rose to her feet and expressed her gratitude to Alexander. She hadn’t anticipated that he would agree to assist her so readily. 

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Alexander instructed. “Arrange for the passports and identity documents of your companions. I’ll have someone get in touch with you.” 

Thank you, Mr. Lloyd Freya bowed once more before making her exit. 

Shortly after, a middle–aged man clad in a suit entered the room, glanced at Alexander, and asked in a hushed tone. “Mr. Lloyd, can we trust this woman’s words?” 

Alexander replied. “She’s a woman. She wouldn’t disfigure her face for no reason.” 

The middle–aged man nodded in agreement. He noticed the half–empty coffee cup on the table and reached for it, intending to brew another pot. 

“No need for coffee. Bring me some wine,” Alexander interjected, his eyes gleaming subtly. “A change of taste can be quite refreshing. 

Freya, escorted by a security guard, exited Alexander’s room and retraced her steps. The path to the exit led them past the octagonal cage.. 

Suddenly, the room fell into a hushed silence. Even the security guard, accustomed to such scenes, instinctively paused to look at the cage. 

Freya followed the collective 

gaze 

to the cage and froze. She remembered the boy who had been strangled. 

by the throat when she had passed by earlier. 

Now, the boy was on the tattooed man’s back, who was now lying defeated on the ground. Blood seeped from his forehead, and he was unconscious. The silence was broken by a roar of applause. 

“The victor of the final round is Sawyer!” 

“Sawyer! Sawyer! Sawyer…” 

The crowd’s enthusiastic chants echoed throughout the room, filled with admiration. 

The blood–soaked boy looked at Freya as she passed by, his gaze as piercing as a wolf’s. 

His dark skin and robust physique were reminiscent of a mythical hero, radiating a sharp aura. 

He glanced at Freya and flashed her a smile. 

Freya furrowed her brows, averted her gaze, and thought she heard the boy’s laughter echoing behind her. 

“Hey! You’re just like me… Freya couldn’t make out the rest of his words amidst the deafening cheers. 

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Chapter 93 Departure From The Underground Boxing Ring 

room to greet her.