The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 70

Mark eyed her swiftly and said, "You don't feel safe." "You’re saying as if I'm a man. Well, I'm not, and it's not like I would do anything inappropriate to her," she replied as she wondered if she had given off an untrustworthy impression.

Snatching the opportunity to butt in, Billy said, "Hey, you guys can brush off the wedding party and return gifts for guests but let me remind y’all that we're definitely playing that game tonight!”

Charlie agreed as well, he said, directing to Mark," Yeah, bro. You better prepare yourself. You can't run away this time."

Mark furrowed his brows after taking a short glance a t their excited faces. Without giving them a reply, he turned and left.

"We can take his silence as his consent, right?" Billy said, bumping his shoulder into Charlie's.

"I think so."

"Let's plan something extra exciting. Shoot me with the most wicked ideas you have!”

Upon hearing the thrill in their voices as they discussed, Sherman shook her head in helplessness a s Summer gently rubbed on her temples to ease the slight throb in her head.

As much as Yvette did not want to show up to the banquet, she knew she was obliged to.

'Since Ronald, that father of his, couldn’t show up, I have to. I'm the only parent present, after all. Plus, if I don't, the reporters would surely make a fuss out of it,' she grumbled to herself.

Hence, that was the sole reason why Yvette had attended, and she left right after greeting most of the guests.

Meanwhile, Jazz had easily spotted Summer in the crowd. He, too, had not expected Summer to look so breath-taking in her red dress. He felt intoxicated by her beauty.

He thought as he admired her, 'Even if she’s not wearing that dress, she'll look lovely in anything-she i s gorgeous after all."

But as he caught sight of her circling her hands around his brother, his smile turned bitter. He drowned his sorrows with glass after glass of alcohol.

In a far corner of the hall sat a woman. A vase full of greenery was placed as a decoration on the table near that corner. So, if one did not pay enough attention, they would barely notice someone sitting there.

"What the h*ck?!" yelled Lily irritably as her glass of wine had spilled onto her white gown.

Already in a sour mood, Amara felt even more infuriated by the fuss and profanity that Lily had spitted. Amara said as she bit back, "Who do you think you're cussing to?"

Lily, who was pampered all her life, could not take her rude tone as she responded, "You, of course! And what can you do about it? Do you not have eyes or something?" "Are your eyes grown on your back?" Amara scolded back fiercely.

"Ugh! You b*tch!" Being less experienced than Amara, Lily could only cuss as she was cut short off insults. Her glance swept over Amara's dress, and she looked disgusted as she asked, "Where did you get that dress? From the garbage pile?"

Lily's insult hit a nerve in Amara. Like a cat getting stepped on its tail, she made more vicious remarks.

"Look at you wearing something so lavish for your age. Don’t tell me you're a secret mistress of some wealthy old man here?"

Lily saw red hearing her words, and she raged, "Do you who I am?! Do you know I can easily ask my brother to kick you out?"