Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: 352- Let Me In

Nina waited for Gabriel for six more hours, but he didn’t reach her. There was no call or text from him.

She was trying hard to gulp down her tears but that large lump in her throat was making it difficult.

She got up with her bag and called Gabriel one last time. It was the same message being played again that his number was unreachable.

Clutching the bag to her chest, she looked around. She had nowhere to go. There was no money for her to sustain.

Her jewelry and clothes were at Gabriel’s place, and she didn’t want to go there at the moment. She couldn’t hear his excuses and then those I’m sorries where he was never sorry but just wanted her body.

Did he even love her or was it just lust?

Where would she go?

But...

Wait a minute...

She did have a place to go.

Her own home!

Shane Sinclair’s home!

She quickly opened her bag and took out the document that had been lying there for a week. She could still go to Shane. Her signatures were still missing from the document. She was still married to him.

With a racing heart, she quickly shoved the document into her bag and got up to leave. She needed to reach home and request Shane to take her back.

Request?

No, she needed to beg!

***

"Enjoying yourself? Please don’t go without having food," Shane was roaming around in the large hall of his house where all the guests were having the time of their lives.

Like a good host, he was entertaining every guest with a charming smile. This was a big victory for him that the contract which was eyed by every businessman of Sangua was now in Shane’s hands. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

By now, everyone had accepted what a great businessman he was. Waiters in crisp uniforms were moving swiftly through the crowd, balancing trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres.

In one corner of the hall, a live band was there playing a jazzy tune that had a few guests swaying to the rhythm on the makeshift dance floor.

Shane paused near the group of his competitors who immediately raised their glasses in his direction.

"Here’s to you, Shane. What an achievement!" one of them said, clinking the glass with others.

"Thank you," Shane replied, his grin widening, "I enjoyed slipping the contract right under your noses."

The men laughed good-naturedly, "This was the last time, Shane!" one of them said agreeably without any meaningful undertones, "Next win is mine!"

Shane slapped his hand on his back, "Good luck, buddy!"

Another man from the group patted his shoulder, "You deserve it, Shane. Not everyone can pull off a deal like that. It’s a game changer!"

This evening was meant to be for his praises. Everyone was proud of him. After his every achievement, they used to forget how he looked.