Novel & Cerita Spoiled By The President Novel

Bradyn quickly explained, shooting a disapproving look at his aunt. I patted my chest. "Good to know. You know, I've heard stories about the president having quite a temper. Rumor has it that once, when an office staffer accidentally spilled his tea, he ordered someone to break the poor fellow's legs. Living with someone like that would be unimaginable." Mrs. Capel's expression turned strange again, as if she was suppressing a laugh, but Bradyn's tone suddenly became chilly. "Where did you read that news?" I tried to recall the name of the magazine and stuttered, "I-I think it was Apple Weekly..."

However, his warmth was only visible to Summer; to others, he remained the high-and-mighty, icy president. As James took a spoonful of soup and savored it, he gave a thumbs-up and said, "It's really good, even better than what my professional chefs make."

He licked his lips and smiled to himself, tough look little brother I’m taking this one right from under your nose. The President noticed his son's interest in her immediately but kept his face neutral. This was going to be amusing, it was clear they were both smitten and he could see why. The girl who stood before him was stunning, her long legs, trim figure, firm pert breasts, and beautiful face made her very desirable and he was tempted to take her for himself. Instead, he decided it would be a good opportunity to make these two spoilt brats work for something. He caught her chin and made her look up at him,

No other assumptions popped into my head, because where did they get the money to splurge at such a high-class boutique? James and I had been suspicious from the start, and if my assumptions were correct, then they had lied to James on behalf of their parents. I really couldn't believe it. When I deliver lunch to James, I'll tell him everything. Maria and Vivi can't keep doing dirty tricks to fulfill their inexhaustible egos. *** 'The billionaire's wife: Lizzie Steward, looking stunning in her sexy red dress...' I paused to look at the magazine that had a picture of me and James. They were all taken at James' birthday party. From various angles, the reporters showed how intimate and sweet we

Stella didn't know what was wrong with the president. He was the person who doesn't even send text messages at ordinary times. How could he play on W******p? Was he becoming a trendy person? Although a large number of people were on that app, Stella had never seen that man use it before. Yesterday... Because she used W******p to chat with Steven, the president was not happy and even threw her mobile phone on the ground. Why did he turn around that day?

Waverly looked straight into his eyes boldly. Joseph sneered and said, "Yet, that Mrs. President had never slept with her husband for the past five years. What's so great about it?" "You scheme for status. Are you going to tell me that you married Madam Lenny's daughter and became President because you loved her? You and I know that you did it to become king!" Waverly said mockingly.

Before she knew it, her right foot already stretched in front of her, Patrick’s fist clenched on it, a smile still plastered on his face. “You’re still hot-headed as usual, dear!” He let go of her foot with such a force that knocked her down to the chair. The corner of his lips twitched as he looked down at her seriously, all the brightness gone. Hera swallowed hard. As she thought, there was something weird about the president. She just didn’t expect to unravel it so soon. “I suspect you’ve been whiffing for some data in the orphanage?” He stated it as a question, but the authority and heaviness his voice now harbored made Hera think otherwise.

Realizing that it was the room of the president, I sat up right away. I saw my clothes and undergarments scattered on the floor. My heart sank upon recalling how I pounced at him last night. Humiliation drenched my whole being. How ironic? I rejected him mercilessly and yet I was the one who jumped into his bed. My heart that was at the pit of my stomach plummeted deeper because the president was nowhere to be found. He must have thought that I was just pretending to be hard to get. And that I was not different to the women who threw themselves to him.

Richard nodded and said, "Yes. Alisa said there would be a secret gift to give Fidelia in lieu of her apology." After that, Richard didn't stay at the party but left as soon as his secretary came to report something. Then Declan grabbed Fidelia's hand and pulled her closer to the stands so Alisa could see Fidelia, and he wanted to see what Alisa would do to apologize to Fidelia. Declan laughed, speaking in a loving voice, "Alisa is naughty again." As soon as Declan finished speaking, Alisa's voice rang out: "Hello everyone. I'm Alisa, the daughter of the president of DSI Corporation."

Besides, he would definitely detest complicated outfits that would only cause him trouble when he was carrying Oliver. "Get me that navy shirt. I'll take a look at it," Valerie said to the store employee while she pointed at a shirt. … While Valerie was clothes shopping for Kieran, the latter was grappling with babysitting troubles in his office. Every time the door to the president's office opened, Oliver's pitiful screams and cries could be heard. The employees, distracted, had the urge to take care of the baby for him. Soon, the news spread across the departments of Kingsley Corporation within an hour—the president had come to work with his son!