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 to her.

hand and shook

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

at Suzanne. His eyes were as

her own simple way. She had a melancholic

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beauty was realistic, with no trace of plastic surgery.

flatter me, Mr. President. I’m just a

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looked at each other while smiling.

from 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 she

Morrison. We don’t need

and nodded in accordance, but she still went

tea.

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

she realized that the partition between the kitchen and the living room was hollowed out, so it wasn’t soundproofed. She could

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