The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 372

"But it really is brazen of her. Doesn't she have a cell phone or a computer, that she had to use letter paper? Does this make her look more innocent?" Summer shrugged with a sneer.

While the two were talking, footsteps approached.

Billy walked in with a smile on his handsome face." Have you had lunch, honey?"

Sherman got up and threw the stack of letters and the printed bank statement in front of him. Her body trembled uncontrollably. "Give me an explanation, Billy!"

Billy glanced down and his face changed, but it was not obvious. "You searched my belongings?"

"Yes." Sherman stared at him with a sneer. "You are angry that I searched your precious belongings without your permission?"

"Of course, not. Why would I be angry? You have every right to do that as my wife." Billy quickly restrained his reaction and chuckled, walking over to put his hand around Sherman's shoulder affectionately.

Sherman was disgusted and flung his arm away." What is the bank record all about? Why did you send her money, Billy?"

It was apparent, shown in the bank record, that he had made four transfers to Natalie in the past years.

Although the amount was not large, they were all over one hundred thousand dollars.

As much as Summer was worried about Sherman, she knew she had to make herself scarce when the husband and wife quarreled.

Summer got up to give Sherman a heads-up and then looked at Billy. "You had better explain yourself. I don’t want to see Sherman cry and hear something disgusting from her.”

"All right, I will send you his number right away." Dean hung up.

Summer received a message notification within seconds. She opened it, got the number, and made the call.

It just so happened that the lawyer was off in the afternoon. He readily agreed to meet her after receiving her call. They were to meet in a nearby coffee shop. She waited for half an hour before she saw Freddie Brown, the lawyer, walking in her direction.

He was middle-aged, looking about forty, wearing a simple white short-sleeve and a pair of black trousers, exuding an air of capability and solemnity.

The two sat there for a while, their conversation revolving around Charlotte’s custody.

Freddie was forthright when he told her that because o f who Mark was, she had only a 30% chance of winning the case, and that she had better be prepared for the worst.