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

took his hand and shook

to my daughter. Now that I’ve met you, I can see that

His eyes were as cold

She had a melancholic aura that softened her demeanor. It made her soft and

1. be.

with no trace of plastic surgery.

flatter me, Mr. President. I’m just a normal person.

$15 BONUS

nothing on

men looked at each other

empty apart from a file. There was no tea or refreshments in sight. She figured that

for the trouble, Mrs. Morrison. We don’t need tea,”

she still went into the kitchen to make

tea.

it was common courtesy for the host to offer

the kitchen and the living room was hollowed out, so it wasn’t soundproofed. She could

them. Instead, she found an exquisite tea set along with some expensive