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q“Mr. President, you don't have to come out to greet me personally!” Danrique shook hands with the president.

“Of course, I have to! You're here to attend the dinner. As the host, I should come to greet you in person!” The president laughed and turned his attention to Francesca. “Who is this beautiful lady?”

“She's my fiancée, Cece.”

Danrique had never disclosed Francesca's actual name to outsiders as he did not want to reveal her identity as Francesco. Hence, he had been calling her “Cece” in front of others.

“Fiancée?” The president took a glance at Hazel and quickly resumed his smile. “Oh, Danrique! You have a fiancée! Congratulations!”

The conversation sounded familiar to Francesca. It reminded her of her first visit to Frank's residence to attend a banquet. At the banquet, Frank seemed to have said the same thing.

Everyone was shocked too when they saw her.

“Yes, for a long time!” Danrique put his arm around Francesca and said generously, “She was the one who came back to save me in a car full of bombs at Frank's residence last time!”

“Oh, I see!” The president was shocked and looked at Francesca with admiration. “I've heard about that incident. Ms. Cece is indeed a hero!”

me,” replied

The president looked very excited. “If it was not for your heroic actions that day, we wouldn't have the peaceful days we

“That's right!”

Donald took the lead,

knew that the girl Danrique has a crush on must be very different, but I didn't expect her

stop complimenting her. She's blushing now. Hahaha!”

“Come on. Let's go chat

said that, the president made a gesture and walked side by side with Danrique. They

great families followed closely, with Donald and the

the first lady had prepared a premium dinner for them. She greeted

around in the living room on the other side, chatting. Hazel, being the head of the Atkinson family, also sat among

Francesca to the first lady when they came in just now. Therefore, the first lady treated

saw that Danrique sat on the sofa gracefully with his legs crossed. There was a glass of wine in his

as though they were in a classroom, except

a gentle