Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 509

Chapter 509: 509- Spotted Aniya In Sangua

As Abigail adjusted the strap of her handbag before entering the grand lobby of Star Corps, a small smile was playing on her lips.

It had been two months since the announcement that she and George were in love with each other. Thankfully her parents had come around the idea and accepted it with open hearts. Thanks to Ariel and Alex who counseled them a lot.

Now with them busy in university, she used to get bored at home. Because of her, her parents had moved most of their business to Sangua temporarily.

They didn’t want to miss any moment of spending time with her, nor did they want to force her to live in Kanderton.

Rafael took more time to adjust that his daughter couldn’t make a career and now wanted to marry at this young age.

Thankfully George showed immense patience in dealing with him. He understood that Rafael and Marissa were being possessive about Abi but so was he. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

He couldn’t imagine his life without her so he assured them that he would support her in all the choices she would make in life.

Looking around her, Abigail’s smile widened. This was the same building she used to clean and scrub... and now?

She chuckled.

She barely made it past the lobby’s waiting area when a tall security guard stepped in her path, holding up a hand, "Miss. Do you have an appointment?"

"No. But I’m here to see George Donovan," she told him with a confident smile but cursed under her breath.

Damn you, Abi. Who asked you to surprise him, without doing your homework?

The guard gave her a skeptical look. Before she could say anything else, a receptionist slowed down who was passing by, eyeing Abigail with recognition before tilting her head, "Wait a sec!" she narrowed her eyes, "Aren’t you one of our cleaners?"

Abigail blinked, her smile fading, "No, ... I... umm..."

"You really can’t be here," the receptionist said with fake politeness, "This is a restricted area for visitors who are here without appointments."

Abigail tried to keep her heartbeat and her voice calm. In the last two months, her family and George worked very hard on her self-esteem and confidence.

Today she mustered a lot of courage to come here just to surprise him.

"I understand," she smiled, "But if you just call George, he’ll confirm—"

"I’m sorry, ma’am... but we’ll have to ask you to leave," the guard interrupted, his tone still professional but firm.

Abigail’s heart sank in frustration.

Why were they not listening? She didn’t want to cause a scene.

Just as she was about to fish for her phone in her handbag and call George directly, a familiar voice cut through the air, "Let her through!"

Abigail was pleasantly surprised when she saw Mrs. Eileen standing there with that stern face. The Guard and receptionist had stiffened due to her presence.

The older woman gave her head a small nod before setting her gaze to the staff, "Miss Sinclair is here to see George Donovan. Let her go to his office. She is family."

The receptionist paled slightly, "What! Oh. She resembles a cleaner... Shit..." she was stammering badly, "I ... I didn’t know..."

"Now you do!" Mrs. Eileen raised a brow, and Abigail could detect the warning in her tone.

The guard immediately stepped aside, mumbling an apology.

With a relieved smile, Abigail turned to Mrs. Eileen, "Thank you."

The older woman studied her for a moment before responding with a knowing smile, "No need to thank me, Abigail. I always knew that you were special to him."

Mrs. Eileen gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder before walking away, leaving her speechless.

***

Thankfully George’s new PA didn’t stop her and just smiled when she passed her desk.

The moment she stepped into George’s office, the door barely clicked shut before she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist.

She squealed in surprise as George pulled her into a corner, pressing her against the wall with a boyish grin.

"Shit, George. It was supposed to be a surprise!" she made a pout, "Who informed you? Mrs. Eileen?"

"I have got connections, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips dangerously close to hers.

Abigail tried to suppress her giggle, placing her hands on his chest, "Yes, but last I checked, this is your office, Mr. Donovan."

He hooked his index finger on the diamond necklace that he gifted her just one week back, "And?" he asked her with a smirk.

"And someone can walk in..." she whispered, biting her lip to stop the laughter bubbling up in her throat as he leaned closer.

"Hmm," he pretended to consider her words, brushing his nose against hers, "But I don’t see anyone..."

"George—" her words broke into another giggle when he kissed the corner of her mouth, with those feather-light and teasing kisses.

"Besides," he said nuzzling her neck, "You showed up here looking all gorgeous, completely unannounced. You can’t blame me, my one ... and only true love!" he kissed the tip of her nose.