Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489: 489- Beat You To A Pulp

"Did you eat properly? Should I order something else for you?" Marissa Sinclair had walked up to her seat like a good host and was inquiring about her needs and wellbeing.

Angela was finding it hard to believe. Why did she feel that Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair were being extra sweet with this girl?

Using her power and money, Angela could easily find out her background.

Yes! This is better. I’ll ask my dad to hire someone to do this task.

"Thanks, Marissa. The food was really good. I’m sure your restaurant will thrive like the Kanderton one," Aniya told her sincerely and tried to get up. An older lady was standing nearby so she didn’t find it suitable to keep her ass glued to the chair. But Marissa quickly placed her hands on her shoulders, a silent command to remain seated.

"Thank you. Did Alex show you around?" She gave Alex a brief questioning look before asking her, and Aniya chuckled.

"He didn’t only show me around, but now he is adamant that I should post my first review of this restaurant after this meal. He had even asked the chefs to prepare their signature dishes," Aniya told her with childlike excitement.

Marissa curved down her lips and threw an appreciative glance at her son, "Thank you, Alexander Sinclair. You are awesome, do you know that?" She leaned ahead to kiss his cheek.

Aniya’s eyes snapped to Angela’s face accidentally, and the same expressions were playing there.

Malice.

Spite.

Hostility.

Why did nobody from this family ever notice that she was taking advantage of Ariel?

However, in the blink of an eye, Angela’s face transformed into a friendly one, "I like the idea so much. Ariel and I would love to stay back and see how you two do it."

Aniya again felt that bitter taste in her mouth.

Blood!

She wanted to chew this girl’s head and wished she could set her up with Dorian Maxwell.

Strange.

This time, his name didn’t scare her. Her heartbeat didn’t race at his thought.

You are definitely improving, Aniya. She wanted to pat her back. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

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Making a video took more time than she had expected. Yet Aniya found it surprisingly fun and loved every moment of it.

The best thing was Angela wasn’t there. Ariel had dragged her back home.

So that left Aniya with Alex and some friendly chefs who even helped her with the authentic taste of Asian spices.

While driving back home, sitting in the passenger seat, Aniya was scrolling through her phone, repeatedly checking the views on her video.

"I am confused," she murmured, leaning back, "I don’t think I’ll get any views on this one. Just look at the way I’m speaking. Like someone is holding the gun against my head."