The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 54

The number of reporters crowding the office was so huge that the teachers in the office did not even

have room to stand.

But none of the teachers spoke up for Summer either because there were too many reporters present All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

or because they were afraid of offending the principal’s daughter.

And third, they did not know Summer well.

So they sat on the sidelines to avoid getting themselves into trouble.

Summer, who was also pushed back by the crowd, was wobbling unsteadily on her feet. Instinctively,

she protected her abdomen with her hands as she feared that anyone would accidentally hurt her baby.

Nancy, standing not far away, saw exactly what Summer was doing. Her white teeth sank deep into her

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Suddenly, she acted on impulse. Pretending to be unsteady on her feet, she stumbled forward with full

force.

And so the reporters standing in front of her were shoved forward without warning.

As the crowd could not resist the push from behind,

Summer was knocked to the ground. Her abdomen even hit right onto the corner of the table hard.

A burst of unspeakable pain came from her abdomen. Her face turned pale in pain. She sat there and

found herself in such pain that she could not get back to her feet!

Even so, the reporters had no intention of stopping. They were still pushing, squeezing, and making

noise.

The noise filled her head, and she started to feel dizzy. The dizziness and pain were unbearable.

It was as if the reporters had gone mad. Some of them even accidentally stepped on the back of

Summer's hand.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Mrs. Frey stared in satisfaction at Summer, who was gasping. She

wiggled her fat ass and snorted.

'Serve you right for acting up in front of me, B*tch!’

"Get out of the way!" A deep, cold voice suddenly came in.

The voice was so authoritative that all the reporters stopped in their tracks.

Looking at the direction of the voice, all of them were stupefied, standing in place like sculptures.

'H-H-He...Wh-Why is he here?'

Mark in a gray sweater looked a little rushed and tired; his handsome face was covered with frost, his

eyes cold and his voice menacing.

"All not moving? Do you want me to repeat what I just said?"

Mark’s imposing manner was so intimidating that all the reporters did not dare to say anything, let alone

looking into his eyes. They just backed away quietly to make way for him.

Who in Santabaca would dare offend Mr. Valentine?

But what was the relationship between Summer Hart and Mark Valentine?

But who dared to ask? Who dared to beard the lion in his den?

Mark strode quickly towards Summer. His thin lips compressed tightly into a straight line. He bent over

and held Summer in his arms, very gently.

Summer was surprised and shocked to see the familiar and beautiful face of the man. Her hands

gripped his sweater. "Mark..." She whispered.

She thought she was hallucinating, but when she touched the warmth of the sweater, her heart grew

warmer and softer.

"Yes?"

His eyes swept across her cheek. It was swollen and pale.