The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 333

As Summer sat on the settee, Harry asked, "Would you like coffee or tea, Ms. Hart?"

Summer had no mood for this. She just cared about one thing. "No thanks. When will the meeting be over?"

"Please be patient, Ms. Hart. I am not sure about the time." Harry still asked the secretary to make a cup of tea for her.

"Okay, thank you." Summer thanked Harry, and then she asked, "May I know what floor the conference room is on?"

Harry had no clue of what her intention was. So he told her. "Forty-eighth floor."

As soon as Harry’s voice trailed off, Summer got to her feet and walked out of the president's office to get to the 48th floor.

Harry came to his senses and pursued. His gut feeling told him that something was not right.

But Harry’s reaction was a little too late. By the time h e caught up with Summer, she had pushed open the conference door.

The senior executives and managerial staff were reporting on the progress of their respective projects when they heard the door swing open. They all looked

in that direction.

That included Mark. He was holding a pen in his well-proportioned hand and tapping on the file.

All eyes were on her, but Summer's face was nonchalant. She stood straight with a calm and indifferent expression, her eyes sweeping over those people before landing on the leading man in the middle.

"Since Mr. Valentine has done such a despicable thing, this action of mine should be of no surprise to you."

His answer made her hackles rise. But she fought it back.

She stared at him with her lips turning up in a sarcastic smile. "Do I need to remind you, Mr. Valentine, that Charlotte is in my custody? Do you know what your act of abduction looks like? You look like a robber."

Mark shrugged and leaned back in the leather chair. "I f I didn't act like a robber, do you think I could spend time with my daughter alone?”

He seemed to give emphasis on the last part of his sentence.

Sure enough, he already knew what he should know, and this result was within her expectation.

“Why didn't you think of spending time with your daughter back then, Mr. Valentine?" she asked back.