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.”

held out

his hand and shook

why Nathan never took a liking to my daughter. Now that I’ve met you, I can see that

Suzanne. His eyes were as cold

had a melancholic aura that softened her demeanor. It made

1. be.

with no trace of plastic

Mr. President. I’m just a normal person.

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nothing on

other men looked at each other

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

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

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

tea.

whether the guests wanted tea or not; it was common courtesy for the host

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

she couldn’t find them. Instead, she found