Novel & Cerita Madam President Meaning

I bet it excited him. With my father beside me, I rushed back into the mansion. The moment I stepped inside, I realized Madeline was the only one there. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, looking around at the crowd in confusion. "What is going on here?" Madeline demanded. Being the president's wife had always worked in her favor. It had been one president after another. This time, I was going to be the president's wife. "Well, your husband is being overthrown," I said confidently, sweeping my gaze across the room.

I reached out to start my lunch but again heard her aspiring voice, " No worries! I can see the spark between you two. We will definitely get the first lady soon." I choked on my saliva before gazing up at her shockingly. I turned back to see Mr President who seemed stupefied too as he spoke coldly, " Aunty Madonna, can we have our lunch now? " The lady grinned foolishly as she called out, " Oh Xavier.. ughh.. " She bite her tongue sarcastically before correcting her words and replied again, " Mr.. Mr..President.. I was just anticipating the future. " She straightened up her collar confidently and added,

Her aura was somehow similar to President Mo. But he would never show it on his face or else future Young Mistress Mo will trample him under her shoes. What?? Of course, she is the future madam, President has never once shown interest in any woman. But this time he left everything and ran towards this woman... Ooops, my fault. He ran towards future Young Mistress. So, this is it. Even if she didn't have a remarkable background, it was okay as long as President is interested in her. Holding back his laughter, he politely replied "No, Young mistr...Miss... Uhm. My Apologies"

"President, what's wrong?" Hearing Greg's voice, John came to his senses. At that time, his expression was cold, but he did not show it directly. He only said, "It's okay, you can continue!" It was obvious that he was emotional, but Greg didn't want to inquire about it. Although the president was unpredictable in business, he was easy to see through. At least, based on his special reaction, Greg could guess that it has something to do with young Madam. Of course, only Young Madam could affect the president's mood to such an extent. Speaking of which, Young Madam was really awesome. However, it was also because he guessed that the president's mood must have been affected by Young Madam that h

"I just called and asked Mr. Moore. He said the Master was in a meeting, and it's been over an hour. I thought it would end soon. Would you like to call him yourself, Madam?" Melanie pondered for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed. Still in the meeting, Jeffrey's call was answered by William, who respectfully ansswered with, "Madam." The word ‘Madam’ caught Jeffrey's attention. He glanced, listening quietly to the noise on the other end. After hearing a couple of sentences, William came over to Jeffrey and whispered, "President, Madam is asking when you'll be home." Had this woman finally understood the duties of a wife?

Voice even, Anabella said, “how is your mother today, Mr. President? I believe she has a heart condition, does she not? One that required her to receive a pacemaker. Who do you think manufactured that nifty little gadget keeping your mother alive?” The President’s face went pale. Issuing that threat Marx was sure was the President’s attempt at asserting his dominance once more after Xavier admonished him for his actions. The President was a proud man. Marx wished the man would be smart enough to see the game he was playing. The people he was playing it with.

I could clearly understand why Landon Mitchell seemed to have his world revolving around this woman. “These are just small cuts and bruises. You seemed to be so worried about me, Mr. Moore. Hmm… Don’t be like that. I am close to believing that Hazel Brown is right. Are you interested in me, President?” Hearing that sudden question from her, I froze in my seat, unable to move and respond to what she said. Aside from the fact that I was stunned by her question, the term she used to call me left me fucking dumbfounded, too. President? I fixed my position on my seat, swallowing hard. That was how Jane addressed me back then instead of calling me the CEO of the company. Is this a fucking coincide

When the woman saw that she had followed him in, she looked at Adeline and said, "Miss, I know that our president is really handsome and charming, but he is really not your cup of tea. During this period of time, there are so many girls, all of whom have been directly driven down by the president. Why are you so persistent?" Hearing the woman's words, Adeline felt sour in his heart. No wonder he had been so busy these days that he didn't even have time to eat. There were so many beautiful women in the company. He was afraid that he would be full even if he looked at them, let alone eat them! "Since that's the case, how could your president allow those girls to go up directly?" "If there is n

Chapter 2: Mr. Salazar I woke up early hearing my secretary angry voice. It`s already been a routine I guess. Maybe you think it`s not normal for a boss to get scolded by her own secretary, but oh well. Who the heck can control Snow`s damn mouth? No one. Ah, just that jerk. Unfortunately for us, we met a jerks in our life. Fuck them all.

In her place stood a woman who exuded power and confidence, her every move radiating an aura of quiet authority. A small gasp escaped the lips of a young receptionist, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my god," she whispers to her colleague, "Is that… is that Madam Chairman?" Her colleague, a seasoned veteran of the Xiang Empire, nodded, his eyes fixed on the arriving heiress. "The one and only and the most beautiful," he replied, his voice hushed with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Madam Chairman Sarah Xiang, it's an honor see you."