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Mandy responded, and brush his hair. "I will do much better than Dad, I'm sure with Jessie close to me, I won't fail." David responded, and he's mother frowned her face. Mandy and her daughter were so excited, that's what they want. When David become the president, Jessie will be the wife of David. Wife to the president of the most top influential family's in the country with over hundred of Billions investment. Mandy and her daughter gaze at each other, and smile. "I believe you can do better, I trust you." Jessie chimed in, and place her hands in his.

##Chapter 34 Financial Crimes Michelle's POV “President?” The lady widened her eyes in shock and I smirked at her stupidity. “Mr Taylor?” I smiled mockingly at the lady in front of me. She turned out to be the vice president's daughter. I was a little bit surprised because I thought her father would be the country's president. “Ma'am, I-I am … sorry” he said with a shaky voice, and his daughter's face was as good as the ghost.

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

I'm pretty sure she wanted to plead with me to let her go play in the playground since I have given strict orders to Vivian not to let her step out of the suite. Diane stopped walking, and quickly swallowed her words when she saw someone else in the living area with me. Tia Patricia smile when her eyes connected with Diane. I could see she wanted to ask who the child was, but refrained herself. “Hello, sweetheart! Has anyone told you you look really beautiful?” Tia Patricia asked, smiling warmly at my daughter, who returned the smile with a blush. “Thank you ma'am. My Mom tells me all the time. You look very pretty too, doesn't she Mom? Diane asked, looking up at me.

​ I lean against the railing, watching a car pass below, headlights splashing golden arcs across the wet street. My jaw flexes unconsciously. Something deep inside me is picking at the edges of memory, trying to connect dots that refuse to sit still. Chloe Quinn, Her eyes, Her tears, Her absence. I sink onto the couch and pick up her daughter’s file again. It’s pointless, but I do it anyway. Sophie Wells. Age six. Chest tightness. Mild arrhythmia. No father listed on the file. My chest tightens, the kind of pressure that shouldn’t be there.

Noel looked at her gravely. "Yes, she is the daughter of his vice president Mrs. Dorothy" he revealed. Gasps of shock and surprise echoed among the media people. "Sir, do you think that President Nathan is forcing the girl and her parents?" another reporter Inquired. Noel banged the desk in front of him to emphasize his point. "Of course he is. If not, how can any parent willingly allow their daughter to date a man who is more than a decade older than their daughter?" he realised confidently.

“Miss Sophia,” I say, immediately interjecting. “I know you are curious, we all are.” I laugh, trying to make light of it. “But we can’t possibly ask Miles to reveal that kind of personal information if he’s not comfortable to do so…” “It’s alright, Esther,” Miles says calmly, his smile unwavering. “I don’t mind answering Miss Sophia’s question. She’s right, most of our previous presidents have had a partner at their side. Many, I suspect, have been able to do such a good job because of the support of their wives and husbands.”

It would be painful to lose her, but at least the people and court would not point fingers at him and call him a disgraceful and incompetent leader like his father. "I am afraid, not your Highness," Xisuthra answered. More than anybody, Xisuthra knew the hard time that the Emperor went through before he decided to sign a peace treaty using his daughter. To deliver such a piece of news to him at this time when the wedding drew near felt very wrong. "Then is it Ninla?" the Emperor asked. He was willing to mention all the princesses' names and hoped that when he got to a name, Xisuthra would say yes and that would be it. Losing a child was no walk in the park, but it better not be Ninsab.

Facing Brian's questioning, Summer panicked. When she saw Sarah entering, she said aggrievedly, "Mom, look at Dad. What is going on with him? He's scaring me." "Answer your father." Their gaze was so sharp that it made Summer feel uneasy. She impatiently crossed her arms and confessed, "Yes, I heard your conversation with the fortune teller. I heard him say that whoever served you a glass of water first would bring you luck." "You…" My parents were speechless.

"So tired. If I disappear one day, will anyone even notice?" My father's knees hit the floor. The notebook slipped from his hands. His back bent like a hollow shell. My mother crawled over and picked it up. She read one page and broke down crying. "What have we done..." My father's voice was shattered. The Guard watched in silence. He nodded to his colleague. "Mr. Vance, you are being detained on suspicion of negligent homicide." In the interview room, my father sat motionless. "Based on the scene and the healer's report, your daughter died from internal bleeding caused by blunt force trauma." The Guard pushed photos across the table. Close-ups of the forging table corner. "What happened?"