The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 76

The middle-aged man was disappointed. He thought h e had finally met a girl he liked, and he did not

want t o miss the opportunity.

He could no longer chat with her, but that was okay. The most important thing was to exchange contact

information with her.

But she was asleep, and he could not just wake her up like that. So he felt was like a cat on hot bricks

and stole glances at her.

Mark slammed the document folder close and sank back in the soft leather seat. He then crossed his Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

legs, and he looked at that man opposite the aisle. "Can I help you?"

The middle-aged man was startled, trying to figure out what he meant.

Mark frowned with his chin lifted. He raised an eyebrow as he gently tapped the business card on the

table. "Don’t you want to pass your business card to m y wife. Do you need help?"

The middle-aged man had an awkward look on his face for a second before he looked away silently.

Two hours later, the plane landed at the airport in Norwood.

Summer was full of energy again after taking a nap.

As she had eye contact with that man again, she smiled at him. But the man just nodded stiffly in

acknowledgement before looking away.

She shrugged it off without giving it a second thought. Everyone got off the plane in an orderly manner.

Mark and Lily were traveling light. Only Summer was carrying a huge luggage bag.

Mark turned around and took the luggage from her. H e then fished out his cell phone and made a call.

"We are at the exit gate now."

A second later, a black car pulled up in front of them. The chauffeur emerged and put the luggage bag

in the trunk.

"Where is Ms. Moore?" Mark asked.

"She has been expecting you, Mr. Valentine," the chauffeur replied respectfully.

Summer listened on and felt confused. She poked Mark's shoulder. "Who is Ms. Moore?”

"Mark's grandma, of course,” Lily said with a smug face. "She is the person who cares about me the

most."

Just then, Summer recalled what Grace told her about Mark's background last time.

She realized she was about to meet the most influential person in Norwood.

She could not help but swallow nervously. It was impossible not to get nervous.

She looked down at herself. She was wearing a woolen coat, black pants, and on stiletto heels. She

still looked presentable.

After the car drove on the road for over half an hour, they finally came into the compound of a large

mansion, where the security guards were all dressed i n green military outfits.

They saluted at the sight of the car and then let the car pass.

Marks squinted sideways at Summer with a faint smile. "Have you brought all your specialty products?"

She rubbed her hands and swallowed anxiously. "Is it too late for me to throw all that stuff away?"

"Yeah, it is too late," he said casually. "But Ms. Moore loves Santabacan prunes."

Summer's eyes brightened up with delight. She had brought an entire luggage bag of prunes, almost.

Inside the compound were blocks of white bricked villas. As the car slowly ground to a halt, Summer

could not help but look around.