The Wrong Woman

Chapter 22

Suzanne closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tried to swallow her distress, but it was just too painful to bear.

Unbidden tears welled in her eyes.

The next morning, Suzanne got out of bed, freshened herself up, and walked out of her bedroom.

She was startled when she saw the people sitting on the sofa in the living room–they were important people, whose discussion of important matters was interrupted by her

appearance.

They looked at her curiously.

Nathan stood up and introduced her politely. “Mr. President, this is my wife, Suzanne.”

The president of Norvania, Donald Tacker, was a middle–aged man in his fifties. His eyes held a kind twinkle, which made him look friendly and amiable.

Suzanne was taken aback by Nathan’s easy introduction. Maybe he just didn’t want to hide. anything from the president.

Nervously, she went up to Donald and lowered her head respectfully. “Good morning, Mr. President. Good morning, everyone.”

Donald held out his

took his hand and

always wondered why Nathan never took a liking to my daughter. Now that

eyes were as cold as ever.

simple way. She had a melancholic aura that softened her demeanor. It made her soft and gentle, as a well–raised lady

1. be.

her beauty was realistic, with no trace of plastic surgery.

President.

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nothing on your daughter.”

other men looked at each other while

a file. There was no tea or refreshments in sight. She figured that Nathan had probably forgotten about basic hospitality in favor of business, so

Morrison.

nodded in accordance, but she still went into the

tea.

guests wanted tea or not; it was common courtesy for the host to offer refreshments.

was hollowed out, so it

the tea, but she couldn’t find them. Instead, she found an exquisite tea set along