The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 56

Meanwhile, at the Valentine Mansion.

Amara was sitting on the couch in the living room as she looked around, admiring the expensive

interior and decorations while commending the Valentine's wealth in her head.

Furrowed brows appeared on Yvette’s defined features as she asked, "I think Summer will be home

quite late today. How about I phone you when she’s home?"

"It's alright. I’m free today anyways. I can wait. Do you have coffee?” Amara replied as she continued

looking around.

"Get her a cup of coffee," Yvette did not hide her disgust.

Back at the hospital.

Jazz felt puzzled as he hung up the call. He then switched the television on to see what was the

commotion Yvette was referring to.

As Summer felt curious as well, she watched the news with him. She saw Mark in his dark grey coat

facing a group of reporters. With grace and poise, he spoke up.

"Seeing as she's my lawfully wedded wife, don’t all of you think that the rumors of her seducing those

men

are utterly ridiculous? To the publishers who reported this, do you guys think that those men are on par

with me?"

All the reporters were silent as they looked among themselves.

Everyone there knew that no woman in Santabaca with the right mind would give up Mr. Valentine and

g o for other men.

No man could ever compare to him. It was impossible. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

What had shocked the reporters more was hearing that Mr. Valentine was married. They were all

curious about one thing: when did he get married?

Eventually, a bold reporter had finally asked the million-dollar question, "Excuse me, Mr. Valentine.

Could you let us know when exactly did you get married and where the wedding was held?”

Mark furrowed his brows. His unrivaled power and charisma were emitted through his deep and solemn

voice as he spoke up.

"The press conference regarding my marriage will be held soon without a say. What’s important today

is about the rumors, and I will definitely investigate the matter thoroughly and uncover the one who had

leaked the pictures and videos!"

Right after, the television was switched off. Falling into a daze, Summer was overwhelmed with

thoughts and emotions.

'So, this is what it feels like to be protected and assured that everything is going to be okay just

because there's someone by your side,' she thought.

But as she replayed what he had said to the reporters i n her mind, she felt her brows twitch in

annoyance.

"Seeing as she’s my lawfully wedded wife, don't all of you think that the rumours of her seducing those

men are utterly ridiculous? To the publishers who reported this, do you guys think that those men are

on par with me?"

She thought no one other than Mark could have the guts or power to say something so bold that was

also undeniable for anyone.

Back at the office at school.

All of the reporters had stopped recording. Mark turned around and glanced solemnly at the reporter

closest to him. He demanded, "Show me what you've recorded from the beginning."

Not daring to say anything, the reporter quietly switched on his camcorder and showed Mark what he

shot from them barging into the office onwards.

Nancy's heart pounded in her chest anxiously. She was worried that Mark would find out something

unfavorable to her from the recordings.

Feeling extremely nervous, she bawled her hands into fists unconsciously as she watched the

recording.

She thought she was in luck as her actions looked natural and weren't too obvious. She reassured

herself, 'Surely nobody would notice anything off.' 'Plus, many people were pushing around. Nobody

could possibly know who was the one who started it.’ She felt relieved as she watched on.

The reporter switched it off after they were done.

Mark was quiet when his eyes swept over everyone. H e then got up and walked towards the door.

As he passed by Mrs. Frey, he stopped in his tracks. The look in his eyes was cold as he shot daggers

at her. She felt as though his gaze had pierced through her.

There was almost a pin drop silence in the room. Her previous arrogant demeanor was swept away as

she kept her head low, not daring to look into his eyes.

She felt her legs wobble and almost fall over after he left with his piercing gaze.