My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1232 Revelation

With an indifferent expression, Jared said, “Mr. President, indeed, Mr. Cook and I have had a detailed discussion. However, there are some specifics that I still need to consult with my chairperson. As long as my chairperson has no issues with it, I have no issues.”

“Chairperson? Yes. Sure. It's okay to ask for your chairperson's opinion.” The President nodded. “Do you know when we can expect a response from your chairperson?”

Jared lowered his eyes and smiled. He was naturally handsome and radiant, and this smile made him even more charming. Although he couldn't compare to the devilishly beautiful face of Lucas, he was indeed a very handsome man, instantly attracting the gazes of many women. “You won't have to wait too long. She can respond to you right now.”

“Now?” The president looked at him, a bit puzzled, but quickly caught on. “You want to call her now?”

“No. She's also here,” Jared replied casually.

The President looked utterly shocked. His earlier anger and irritation toward Yuri completely swept away.

His eyes were filled with surprise, and there was a hint of mild reproach in his tone. “Mr. Quickton, you really let me down, didn't you? Is the chairperson at this banquet? Why didn't you tell me in advance? I-I must have been terribly rude!”

Not only was he rude, but he also had a public spat with his own daughter at the banquet, giving the chairperson a good laugh.

He wasn't sure if the chairperson would have a very unfavorable impression of him.

suddenly felt

present. Then, cautiously,

got stuck in his

he was stuffed with a

popping out

present was staring at

still

their breath, their eyes unblinking,

Jared uttered with the utmost respect. His demeanor was genuinely reverential, not feigned

her stunningly beautiful eyes

was naturally fair, but under the light, she looked even more beautiful, like a fairy. Her porcelain-white skin emitted a faint glow, outshining

They thought their ears were playing tricks on them. How could this be possible?

burning sensation on his face, a pain so intense that he wished he could

actually the chairperson of Centennial

driving another metaphorical knife into the president's chest. “She is also the vice