Independence Day President's Daughter 소설 & 이야기

"I don't even think the president's son is good enough for my daughter. Who do you think you are to hurt my daughter like this? "I'm telling you that things won't end this easily!"

The woman pouted, "Yes, the president is right." “Good girl!” Clinton patted her on the head, "Okay, go to prepare for the party tonight!" Only now did Paul and Jennifer know that the CEO was President Clinton's daughter. They looked at Frederick Hall again, found that there was no surprise on his face, and understood. Certainly, Frederick knew this before. Clinton waved her daughter out, then smiled back and looked at the three Frederick Hall. "If Mr. Hall isn't busy, join us for a little party tonight." Clinton said, "It's all people you've met, and there are some young people just like you!"

“Oh my! Where are my manners? My apologies, everyone. I was just so glad to see Orleans.” “Mom, Dad, June, this is Sophia, the President’s daughter.” Veil didn't know if it was strange that she didn't add that she was in some sort of arranged relationship with Anders, but that didn't seem to matter as Veil's father chipped excitedly. “You know the President’s daughter too?” “It's not a big deal,” Sophia responded before Veil could say anything. “Your daughter works very closely with Anders here, so it was only natural for us to become friends.”

If only Christian would ever help me out. Just as Edward was walking me out, we crossed paths with the one and only President of the United States. My body went rigid. Was I really seeing the President this close, not on TV, not on the internet, but in person?! “Ah, Edward,” the President greeted, shaking his hand. Then, his sharp eyes landed on me. Edward gestured toward me with a proud smile. “Mr. President, this is my daughter-in-law, Penelope Hilton. She’ll be handling all future White House events in terms of catering.”

How could her own father leave her to fend for herself in that immense place? "I don't know what that is..." she sang, confused by my words. "Are you talking about Daddy?" "Yes. Is he a very, very important man, Lucila?" "I can't tell you that; it would be dangerous for me," she whispered, giving me an alarmed look with her big eyes. "My mom says I shouldn't tell anyone about my dad because bad people could hurt me." "Then, she is the president's daughter!" "I'll call the president; I think she's here right now," nodded her colleague, picking up the phone, and then pressing buttons that I didn't bother to watch.

"I'm fine ma. When did you return from your trip?" "A few days ago. Is my daughter in?" "Yes she is" "Okay" I left him and went straight to the door. I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open "Who is it?" "It's me, Gloria" "Oh! Mom"said Madison She opened the door and gave me a hug "Welcome mum, please have a seat" I sat down and she told Nelly to serve me a glass of water but I declined "Mom, how is Dad?" "He is fine. You know his always busy with work. What of your fiancé? Where is he?"

He tried to process the words, but they wouldn’t settle. Celine Santos. The daughter of the president. "Wait," Caleb’s voice cracked, his mind struggling to catch up with the revelation. "You’re telling me… that Zoey was the president’s daughter?"

The cool glass felt nice on my forehead. But when we entered the big gate, I became alert again. The building was huge. Flags waved in the night wind. Many bodyguards stood everywhere. As soon as we stepped out of the car, a voice came running toward us. “Daddy! Look at the Birkin I got today!” A girl ran out and hugged President Albert tight. My stomach dropped. It was her. The same girl from the store. The president’s daughter. Stacy. The one who got me arrested and humiliated.

Her father came. Mr. Scotch's smiles were so wide, celebrating his joyous feeling of seeing how beautiful his only daughter was. Especially since it will marry the man he chose for his daughter. "You are very beautiful Eloisa," the father praised "You were like your mother on our wedding day. You captured your mom's good looks, which is why she still fascinates me so much even at our age now." Her dad's words were blunt as if Eloisa didn't want to listen to everything her dad was saying.

The females asked Celine and Larissa to kneel on the ground in front of their husbands, who were standing firm and proud before them. Celine waited for Larissa to do the thing, and then I imitated her on her knees, her palms closed to her vagina, and her head was held humbly. After that, the voice of the person charged with completing the decrees and declaring their sacred association rose. “We have gathered today to announce the engagement of our King Kayden bin Hardin bin Mayadin with our Queen Celine, the daughter of the sun… and Mark, the son of Rath, the son of Fiore, and Blarissa, the daughter of Jairin….”