The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 193

Yvette slapped the newspaper onto the table.

A striking headline spread across the front page in red: 'Summer Hart Spends a Night with Her Lover.'

Candid photos of a tall man embracing Summer in his arms, with his black jacket on her, were under the headline. The man was seen whispering into her ear, probably talking about some lovey-dovey stuff. Their actions looked intimate.

A second photo showed Summer's hand was through the man's arm and her cheeks looked flushed. She must be drunk, and they were hugging each other tightly and going inside a room.

As if on purpose, a photo of Mark was placed alongside these two photos to make a glaring, humiliating contrast.

This undoubtedly aroused Yvette's anger. She was so furious that her face contorted.

"Where is my cell phone? Call Mark now!" She was in a rage. Something came to mind, and she suddenly said, "Wait a minute. Wait for Mark to come back."

'This ill-bred woman has brought shame to the Valentine family!’

She picked up her handbag and said to a servant."

Inform the chauffeur to get the car ready. I am going somewhere."

Raine did not want to ask too much and put away the newspaper. "This could be just a misunderstanding. Calm down, Yvette."

Yvette stormed out of the living room. No way she was going to listen.

At noon, Dean called Summer, saying that he wanted t o see her to talk about his nephew's studies. So she readily agreed.

Dean was a nice guy who had helped her several times. So she found no reason to refuse.

Since Dean had asked, Summer could not refuse them. She let out a smile and said, "Okay. But you don't have to pay me."

She just wanted to help as a friend.

"No, you deserve to get paid for the work. Please don't argue with me. Otherwise, I don't think I would dare to ask you for favors in the future." Dean insisted.

Summer had no choice but to nod her head. "Please eat."

It looked like the boy loved the chicken mushroom pie a lot. He gobbled it up happily.

Dean let out a smile, having something to say, but for some reason, he did not say it.