Independence Day President's Daughter の小説・ストーリー

Robin, who witnessed this, knew that her daughter was embarrassed because the president, Han Zoku, known to be cold, was not responding. Robin took the initiative. "Mr. Han, I didn't expect you to come to this event. By the way, let me introduce this is my daughter Selena. I think you guys have met on the project back then." Robin spoke as kindly as possible. Han was sick of things like this. He knew there was another intention between the two of them. Han didn't even respond. "Jimmy, I have to go now!" he said without looking at the two people in front of him who kept staring at him.

He held her chin up, to meet her gaze but she grabbed his wrist off her chin. "No." She bluntly rejected as she strides towards the door. "Why?" He shrieked at her. "Because I don't think he will be able to hurt you in any way." She understood Francisco's fears. Before stepping out as a presidential aspirant, he was the head of the cartels, not known to many. He was able to cover his tracks nicely. Araceli found no reason for his worries, or perhaps it was because she didn't want to be the one to jeopardize Franco's career.

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.

pushing the chair backwards, I stood up ready to leave. "Just take things easy and don't be too hard on yourself. Try not to fall too much for him," she winked at me and I rolled my eyes, hiding my smile. If only she knew he was my ex husband. I left her office and went back into my office. I met them still talking and I doubt they noticed my absence. "I'll get back to you President," gathering his files in his hands, Jack stood up. "I'll be awaiting your report," Darian replied with a neutral expression on his face.

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

Mrs Evelyn stared at her daughter for some time, she sensed something off but decided to keep it for later. They had guests who needed to see her right away. "You deserve everything beautiful my child," Evelyn said, hugging her daughter. "Wipe your tears and come on in. The president's aides are here to see you." Just like that, June wiped her tears and Lucy fixed her make-up. They returned to the party and June met the president's aides. "Happy birthday, Miss." One of the men said. "The president sends his regards. He wanted to be here but some matters held him from making an appearance."

“Red Lady and guest to see POTUS.” The breath caught in his throat and nervous drops of sweat trickled down his brow like the condensation on a cold drinking glass. “What!? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have dressed better than jeans and Chucks.” She let out the giggle she had been holding back. “It’s fine. He won’t be in a suit either.” “But . . . the . . . Pr-Preseident!?” He was stuttering at the thought of it. “Oh,” Eliza said, taking her hand back, “and just so you know, he and Ms. Laura don’t have any daughters, just one son, so he looks at me kinda like a daughter of his own.”

"I know what you've done for me and what you've done for your country. You're a good man, Ford, and I'm proud that my daughter chose someone like you." Having them accept our relationship makes this whole thing a lot easier. Now instead of my escape plan I'm thinking of land I can buy and how many acres we'll need. "Now I'd like to speak with the man who threatened my daughter," the president says, and I nod as I follow behind him. Sloan and July stay in the office and security comes in to watch them in case they need anything. I follow the president down the hall and to the room where they're holding Chad.

His daughter had just returned from abroad, and to show the world, the president hosted the party to introduce his daughter to the S country's people. The president hosted the party to introduce his daughter, who had just come from abroad. Nina walked in; the moment Nina walked in, everyone's eyes fell on her; she was a lovely grown lady, and the boys' mouths were left hanging open; this was the first time they had seen this lady at any party. The girls looked at Nina's jealousy; the dress she wore was worth a few million, and the six bodyguards around her were enough to make her presence known among these thousands of people; their presence made it clear their miss was not someone to mess w