Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: 212- Tables Have Turned

Dean came inside the meeting room after Nina when he saw her in a rage. He wanted to save Marissa from her wrath but the scene before him had made him rooted to the spot.

He was horrified when saw Nina raising her palm to hit across Marissa’s face, but before that Marissa’s hand shot up with lightning speed, catching Nina’s wrist mid-air.

There were gasps in the room when Marissa twisted her arm and a few of them even got to their feet in shock.

Dean quickly moved forward to pull Nina away from Marissa. Marissa was still holding her arm, with a deadly calm face.

"M...Marissa," Dean called her name, but Marissa didn’t even acknowledge his presence. Instead, she spoke to Nina in a low voice that was surprisingly controlled, "I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Mrs. Sinclair."

Nina was struggling to free her arm. Her face had turned dangerously red, and Dean didn’t know if it was due to pain or her anger, or the humiliation she just faced.

"Let me go!" Nina tried to break free from her grip, but Marissa didn’t even budge. She just leaned closer, keeping her voice low and soft.

"What were you thinking when you entered this room, Nina? Keep screaming and keep telling everyone how oppressed you are..." Marissa smirked, "But no one knows you better than me. Even your son knows nothing about you. No one is aware, what a filth you are!"

Dean could make a few words out of the whispers, but others couldn’t hear anything.

Nina started making faces just to tell the audience how much pain she was enduring. All she wanted was a bit of sympathy. She even managed a few tears in her eyes.

A senior executive who must be passing by also peeked inside and found the two women in this odd position.

He cleared his throat and then tried to speak, "L ...ladies... I think... you should..." The poor man hadn’t faced any such situation in his entire corporate life.

Marissa gave him a challenging glance and slowly released the older woman, "Next time think twice before you act out like this, Nina. Respect goes both ways."

She stepped back and looked at the faces of Dean, the executive, and then her team members.

God!

She found the situation quite funny and also wished, Rafael was here. She wanted to see his reaction too.

He might want to kick her out of the building for disrespecting his dear mommy.

The people sitting there were exchanging nervous glances. Some were shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

However, very few... like a very teeny tiny amount of people had admiration for Marissa in their eyes. Dean was one of them.

Marissa moved her focus to the event employees. She clapped, to get their attention, "Come on, folks. Let’s get to business, shall we?"

Nina was standing there feeling like trash. No one was even interested in what she was feeling. Shouldn’t they consider the fact that she was Rafael’s mom?

In her haste, she staggered back a little and rubbed her arm where Marissa had gripped her. She was trying to absorb the fact that she had lost it.

She had lost it before the audience and this bitch appeared as a winner in everyone’s eyes. She not only failed this round, but her bravado was shattered too in front of everyone.

Marissa didn’t wait for her to leave the room, nor did she spare her another glance. She started telling the employees how splendid it would be if they arranged the event outdoors, on the premises of White Palace.

Dean didn’t say anything to Nina and gestured for the executive to leave the room. He could detect respect in the glances of the people present there.

When he was passing by a group of members, he heard their whispers, "Wow. I didn’t know anyone could handle this Nina bully so well."

Another one whispered back, "We were wrong when we thought Mrs. Sinclair held power. None of them is as strong-willed as Ms. Marissa Aaron. She isn’t someone to mess with."

Dean wished he could tell them that Marissa was the real Mrs. Sinclair. She was the wife of Rafael Sinclair.

***

Marissa tried to suppress the smile when she saw Nina leaving the room taking slow steps. She wished she could strangle the woman’s neck.

While leaving, the nasty woman kept looking over her shoulder. Her eyes weren’t on Marissa. It was on the projector screen where White Palace was there with all its glory.

Today Marissa felt like a winner but there was one thing that coudn’t be ignored. Nina wasn’t someone who would accept her defeat that easily with a sportsman spirit.

She hardly forgot her insult and always made it a point to take revenge, no matter how little the mistake was. This time Marissa wanted her, to taste her own medicine.

***

"Don’t tell me! You not only stopped the attack but also twisted her arm! What are you? Bruce Lee?" Sophia exclaimed in surprise.

Marissa was meeting Sophie after such a long time. Due to her stay in the hotel, Sophia had started missing kids and her friend.