The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 117

Summer blinked, and quickly she answered, "Oatmeal and omelet."

Yvette raised her eyebrows, then ordered the kitchen t o prepare the meal.

Raine got up. She purposely glanced over Yvette and headed to her room.

"Raine, don’t you want some too?"

When Yvette’s voice came from the back, Raine smirked but replied, "There’s no need; I'm not hungry."

Thus, only Summer and Yvette were left in the living room.

Summer gobbled up the food under Yvette's stare. She felt that she was not having a meal but

undergoing a punishment

Raine came downstairs with a change in clothing. She waved, "Yvette, I’m heading out."

"You’re not feeling well. Should I get the driver?"

"It's alright. I already booked a ride."

While saying that, she had walked out of Valentine mansion.

Through the window, Summer could clearly see a taxi

waiting at the gate.

Of course, Yvette had also seen the taxi. She snorted. The sound she made was so soft that one could

miss it if they did not pay attention.

However, Summer noticed it. She felt an ongoing feud between the two but couldn't figure the source of

their conflict.

Inside the taxi, Raine hesitated for a moment and said to the taxi driver, "Take me to Valentine Group..."

"Roger. Valentine Group it is..."

Yvette's attitude toward Summer took a drastic turn. Unlike just now, where she was caring and friendly,

her current attitude was the exact opposite. She was indifferent and apathetic.

Summer coughed. From what she saw, Yvette’s expression changed like the weather-It could be sunny

but cloudy in a split second, and it was hard to tell when it would rain.

However, she had gotten used to it. In addition, she did not care less about Yvette's attitude.

On the other hand, it was better than someone who backstabs.

This was because she makes her displeasure known b y displaying it on her face.

She liked dealing with such people as they didn't pose any hassle. It was more convenient and

straightforward.

Summer brought the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned them herself instead of leaving them to the

maids. She then left Valentine mansion and went home.

The taxi stopped in front of Valentine Group. Raine forked out money from her purse and got off after

paying the driver.

It was still the working hour, and the company's staff were seemingly busy at work.

She walked up to the reception and handed an invitation card to the receptionist, "Please pass this to Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

President Valentine.”

"You are?"

"I'm Raine, his aunt, thank you."

She turned around and left.

The receptionist stared at her back. She was in awe that such a young and elegant lady was the

president’s aunt.

'But why would his aunt send the letter through her and not directly to him?'

She had a weird feeling.

She frowned and instructed a staff member to have it brought up to him.