The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 192

Did she really not want to talk to him? Not even a word?

His face darkened even more with a sullen look in his eyes. His mood had hit a new low. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

But Summer just did not care. As soon as the car stopped, she opened the door and got out, not

sparing a glance for him.

He swallowed, looking on with deadly eyes as she disappeared from his sight. Stomping his foot on the

accelerator, he drove the car forward like an arrow firing from a bow. He had no way to vent his anger.

He just wished he could strangle and torture her.

The senior executives of Valentine Group had been on pins and needles for the past few days because

they were afraid that they might inadvertently anger their company president.

No one knew what happened to him recently. Every day, some poor guys would get their heads bitten

off for some reasons. His temper had flared to an unprecedented level.

Could it be that the company president was at that time of the month, like he was a woman? They

thought to themselves.

The Valentine mansion.

Raine was drinking coffee when a servant brought in the latest issue of the newspaper.

The Valentine mansion subscribed to all newspapers, be it of business or entertainment. It had been a

tradition of the Valentines since a long time ago.

"Bring the newspapers over," Raine said, looking at the servant.

The servant placed the newspapers next to her, and Raine picked up one and read while sipping on

her morning coffee.

When she saw the today's headlines, she was shocked.

Yvette came in from the outside. She frowned when she saw the newspaper in Raine’s hands. "Isn’t

that Mark's photo in the paper, Raine? What is it about?"

Raine put down the newspaper calmly, collected her thoughts, and spoke clearly and tactfully. "Nothing.

You must have seen it wrongly, Yvette.”

"How could I be wrong? I saw his photo. Pass me the paper. I want to have a look for myself."

Yvette refused to believe Raine. She was not dumb, as she had spotted Mark's photo, which took up a

large section of the page.

The expression on Raine’s gentle and beautiful face changed. She was in a pickle, hesitating.

Yvette glanced at her shrewdly and saw some clues." Did Mark come back last night?”

"He didn't..." Raine said softly, her eyes dimming, but it was not obvious.

Summer had not come back for two days, and so did Mark.

Did the two go back and stay there again, or did they g o somewhere else?

She speculated quietly, but could not find the answer. She could not describe her feelings. She felt

terrible, a s if a cat was scratching inside her.

"Where is Summer?” Yvette asked again.

"She didn’t come back for the past two days.” Raine glanced at the newspaper again, her gaze

deepening and dimming further. There was something on her mind, but no one knew what it was.

"Maybe I have been going too easy on Summer. She is getting worse and worse, brazenly

disrespectful." While speaking, Yvette walked over to the dining table and picked up the newspaper on

the table.

Her face sank when she saw the red headlines and the photos.

She clenched the newspaper in her hand and read, line by line, in all seriousness. An anger brew

within her.

Meanwhile, Raine's expression became even more mysterious. No one knew what she was thinking.