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.”

out his hand to her.

Suzanne took his hand and

wondered why Nathan never took a liking to my daughter. Now that I’ve met you, I can see that my daughter really can’t

eyes were as cold as ever.

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

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realistic, with

me, Mr. President. I’m just

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on your daughter.”

other men looked at

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

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she still went into the kitchen to

tea.

tea or not; it was

Suzanne entered the kitchen, she realized that the partition between the kitchen and the living room was hollowed out, so it wasn’t soundproofed. She could still hear bits and pieces of the discussion in the living room.

around for some mugs for the tea, but she couldn’t find them. Instead, she found an exquisite tea set