Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: 232- PDA

Instead of going back to Rafael’s office, Marissa stayed in the conference room and engrossed herself in work. There were so many things she needed to do, and she didn’t want to think about what Rafael had done.

One day he was telling her that the palace was hers and the next day he made her food desk vanish just like that. Poof!

Bravo, Rafael.

She didn’t negate Rafael’s orders in front of the employees as she didn’t want to show them that they weren’t a team.

"Marissa!" No one was prepared for this loud voice that made everyone jump, "You have hit the lottery with his one."

Marissa tilted her head and found Peter’s beaming face. He was out to visit the White Palace and now couldn’t hide his excitement.

"That is the best location for my murals," Peter dragged a chair close to her, against the marble floor and sat on it, "There were so many ideas running through my mind when I was inspecting the location. That palace is a masterpiece."

"I know! Right?" she stretched a bit and realized that it was almost noon.

"I will bring all my ideas before evening so that you can..." Peter trailed off when saw her bobbing her head.

"Take your time. Start your work, Peter. Your work needs to be finished before the event. No need to waste your time on ideas’ approval. I’ve seen your work and I trust you!" she patted his shoulder and turned back to her laptop.

For some odd reason, she felt proud. Peter seemed so intrigued by the White Palace and now she was sure others would react the same.

"Marissa hit a jackpot when she booked White Palace. Otherwise, the owner doesn’t even like meeting anyone," someone who was sitting at a distance, whispered but somehow Marissa heard him.

"Yeah. Not everyone can do it so effortlessly."

After hearing their remarks, she was having trouble holding back her smile.

Peter had already gone to his friends and was telling them about all the details about White Palace and its beauty. His enthusiasm matched Alexander’s. She made a mental note to talk to Rafael about security measures.

Her kids would be there inside, and she didn’t want the guests roaming freely inside her house.

"Guys!" Dean entered carrying a few samples, "Invitation card samples have arrived. Any color recommendations?"

There were different suggestions from the room when Valerie told him about the Royal blue color.

Marissa didn’t mind her participation. After getting the White Palace, she felt a strange surge of confidence that she never sensed before.

She was no more an insecure Marissa who used to get scared of people. She no longer feared Nina for her kids.

Now she understood, why they always say that women should be financially independent.

Though she had already become independent, she could never use her skills at full capacity.

As a new entrepreneur, she was offered different TV appearances and interviews so she could expand her business, but she decided to stay low-key. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

Reason?

Nina Sinclair.

She didn’t want to catch Nina’s eye to keep her kids safe.

Not anymore.

She was amused with the idea and went still for a moment when found Valerie looking straight at her with a challenging smirk. Marissa kept the smile pasted on her lips and winked at her sister.

Fu*ck off, Val! No more games from now onwards. You like Royal Blue invitation cards? I’ll make sure to go for Emerald Green. The color of Rafael’s eyes.

Marissa didn’t want to break the eye contact, but she had to when her phone started ringing.

"Rafael!" she was about to accept the call but then declined it at the last moment.

How dare he cancel my spot at the event without my permission?

The phone rang again. She not only canceled the call but also put it on silent mode. When there was a small vibration, she checked it. He had sent a text.

"Hey, strawberry. I’m waiting in my office, or have you forgotten about our lunch? Come over!"

Oh. The lunch!

However, she wasn’t going to have lunch with him.

Let them plan whatever they are planning. My attack will be the final one. Most devastating one! And the most brutal one.

The people who were supposed to support me, stabbed at my back. I won’t forgive them so easily.