Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: 233- She Is My Wife!

Nina saw her son leaving the room, gripping Marissa to himself like she was someone very precious to him.

"He seems to care for her," Valerie told her mother-in-law and Nina thanked the stars that Valerie wasn’t crying this time.

"Don’t be negative, Val," Nina fished for her cigarette in her purse and then reminded herself, that this wasn’t her office, "Men usually care for their mistresses."

Valerie rolled her eyes with a sarcastic smirk, she didn’t look convinced.

"But men don’t hand over important office decisions into mistress’s hands, Nina," she then smacked the table and left her seat.

"Where are you going?" Delinda who was sitting right next to her, asked her and then held her hand quickly, "You don’t need to give up on your husband just like that, Mrs. Sinclair."

Val wasn’t in the mood to listen to any lecture. All the people sitting there in the room were whispering to each other about Marissa and her.

She felt insulted. She was the wife and Rafael never made an attempt to talk to her and he was spoiling Marissa so openly. What these people must be thinking?

Nina must be living in a fool’s paradise If she thought Marissa was just Rafael’s mistress. The confidence she had when she met Val’s eyes and winked.

She might not have the entry pass for the event, but why would she need it when she had Rafael, dammit.

Holding her Gucci bag, she turned to Nina, "Are you accompanying me? I don’t want to hear from you that you were left behind ... as always."

Exasperated, Nina also got up and they made their way out of the room. Nina quickly managed to put on her dark glasses.

"You shouldn’t give up. That creepy Delinda was right," Nina huffed, quickening her pace to match Valerie’s, "That’s exactly why we need a foolproof strategy now."

Valerie barely slowed, her face set in a deep frown.

"Valerie! Wait up!" Nina called her from behind, her voice was strained as she tried to catch up, "Let’s talk about it when you aren’t angry."

Valerie didn’t respond. She was only interested in getting out of there and getting a good fu*ck from Ethan.

"Come on, Val," Nina said between the pants, "Don’t forget. We are a team. We need to attack her most vulnerable spot that is least expected for her."

Valerie crossed the lobby and exited the building. Whatever Nina was saying, it was all too familiar for her ears.

They had been planning for ages against Marissa and still, there were no results.

"Don’t tell me that you’re taking that shitty sister of yours quite seriously. She is nothing but a wh..."

Valerie couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t stop but at least slowed down.

"She is nothing but a what, Nina? Who*re? Men don’t carry who*res around in their arms. Who*res don’t book White Palace when it’s simply out of everyone’s reach," she snapped at Nina but stopped when she saw her smiling.

"What? What’s so funny?" she thought that maybe Nina had gone crazy.

"Nothing!" Nina’s eyes sparkled with mischief, "But forget about White Palace, sweetheart! Marissa won’t get it."

Valerie furrowed her brows, "Forget about White Palace? Wh-why?"

"Because..." Nina turned to her and took off her shades, "I’m buying the White Palace," Nina’s lips jutted out when she said the words.