Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487: 487- Change

George slammed the fist onto the desk, making the papers and a half-empty cup rattle. His glare was burning the police officer who was sitting in his seat. Despite being a high-ranked officer, he could feel the sweat tickling down his spine.

"You mean to tell me," George’s voice was dangerously calm, "with all the resources at your disposal, you couldn’t find one girl in Sangua City?"

When the officer tried to speak, a hoarse whisper came out of his mouth, "Sir... we searched... "

"Oh. Did you?" George cut him off, bending forward, "Then where is she?"

When the officer didn’t utter another word, George felt frustration bubbling up in his chest, "The girl is lost. CCTV footage is nowhere. And you don’t have any idea who that man was... who carried her."

He wanted to burn down the police station. He wanted to burn the whole fux*cking world.

"Sir," the officer hesitated, "She ... she must have had help. Someone might be hiding her."

"Wow!" George let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head, "So, now you’re telling me that someone is out there outsmarting an entire police force?" his tone had mockery in it.

His frustration was building up with each passing day because even the competent investigators he had hired privately hadn’t gotten any clue.

He exhaled harshly, feeling his patience snapping, "You better find her, officer, because... if you don’t... I promise you won’t like how I handle things."

George shot a cold, lingering glare at the officer, the one that sent a chill down the man’s spine, before storming out of his office.

***

Angela leaned forward in her seat, tapping impatiently on the partition, "Can you drive a little faster?"

The partition slid down a little, "Ma’am. How can I? We’re stuck in this traffic. There’s nowhere to go."

Ariel, who was sitting beside her, gave her a pointed look, "Are you serious? Can’t you see the traffic around you? What are you expecting him to do? Fly?"

Angela’s jaw tightened at that as she crossed her arms, "What’s your problem, Ariel? Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?"

"My problem?" Ariel scoffed, "You’re the one who is acting like we’re in a high-speed chase. Chill out, Angel!"

Angela exhaled sharply, looking away, but Ariel wasn’t going to let it slide.

"Now come on," She said, tilting her head, "you’re acting like your life depends on getting there two minutes earlier."

Angela snapped her head towards her friend, and Ariel thought her friend’s eyes were blazing, "I need to be with Alex! As my friend, you should know better."

Ariel felt a little uneasy. Yes, Angela had always been after Alex, but now?

It seemed that it was getting too much. Or was she imagining it? Because come on. The girl sitting there was no one else but her childhood buddy.

She blinked, perking her head, "Excuse me?" _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}

Ariel’s excuse me only made Angela’s agitation worse, "I wanted to sit beside him, but that freeloader girl who can’t even walk to the bathroom herself... jumped in his car before me! And Alex? Being a gentleman, he didn’t stop her."

Ariel let out an exaggerated gasp, "Uh huh. The tragedy! Tsk. A whole new passenger seat lost forever."

"Don’t you dare mock me, Ariel!" she tried to relax her facial features, but her hands were clenched into fists.

Ariel shrugged casually, "Stop acting like a kid, Angela. That’s just a car seat. Not a candy that got stolen. Are you seriously mad because Anaya sat in that car?"

"Ariel. I thought you were MY friend? And stop supporting that bitch. You don’t know anything about this lot. Write it somewhere. Note it down tonight. She isn’t what she is telling you."

What if Anaya is a fraud and she is taking advantage of her parents?