The Wrong Woman

Chapter 22

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.”

out his hand to

hand and shook it.

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

at Suzanne. His eyes were

Suzanne was pretty in her own simple way. She had a melancholic aura that softened her

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realistic, with no trace of plastic

President. I’m just

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was no tea or refreshments in sight. She figured that Nathan had probably forgotten about basic

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

smiled and nodded in accordance, but she still went into the kitchen to make

tea.

tea or not; it was common courtesy for

kitchen and the living room was hollowed out, so it wasn’t soundproofed. She could still hear bits and pieces of

she couldn’t find them. Instead, she

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