Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 65

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It had only been an hour since the announcement, and Kate spent this entire time observing Marissa’s face. 

The way her face turned grey when she announced her achievement. Though Mr. Sinclan told her specifically not to let anyone know what happened in that room. But this reward thing shouldn’t be included in it. Right? 

He was talking about Amir and his property. Initially, she was angry. Mr. Sinclair was bullying her fiancé because of this lady. 

But then the end result was too good. He gave her a 

café! 

Woah! 

She needed to celebrate it tonight. 

She could feel that Marissa didn’t seem as happy and chirpy as she was before the announcement but today was her day. 

Kate’s day! 

She yawned and then suppressed it, reminding herself 

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that she was in her office seat not in her bed. 

God! Oh, brother. She wasn’t in the mood to do 

anything today. Her dream café was getting to her head. 

“Marissa,” she called her name when saw her going to Dean’s room. 

“Hmm?” The brunette asked busily, her as still on the paper she was carrying. 

“I’ll be needing suggestions for my menu,” Kate brought a fake smile to her face. 

“What menu,” Marissa at last glanced up from the paper, “Wasn’t your menu finalized already?” 

Kate shook her head innocently and almost laid back in her seat, “I’m not talking about the event. I might need help with my café menu. Will you help me with that?” 

She fluttered her eyes pretending to be innocent. 

Marissa regarded her face for a minute and then said good–naturedly, “Any day you want, Kate.” 

Kate wanted to wipe that smile off her face. What was so special about her, that Mr. Sinclair was ready to pay 

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the debt on her behalf. 

Marissa wasn’t even beautiful like her on why he was doing that? 

Back in his office, he was behaving more than a mafia lord. A harasser! 

Not like the president of a big company. 

She could still imagine his bloodshot eyes. Nobody knew how he wanted to push her off that window. She shuddered at the thought. 

There must be some backstory. She needed to know about it. Rafael Sinclair was married and him being so much caring for a mere girl who was a lowly entrepreneur. Nah! That wasn’t adding up. 

That only happens in movies or novels. Never in reality, unless he might be interested to get into her pants and then leave her later. 

Yes, that might be the reason. Marissa, being a 

middle–class woman must be saying no, in an attempt to make herself more worthy. 

If that was the case, she was damn lucky. Because Rafael Sinclair will pay her handsomely for the job. 

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If he cold pay well to home–based business owners, then he would definitely pay generously to a woman 

who will warm his bed 

Kate opened the top two buttons of her blouse. For a 

minute, she wished Rafael was interested in her. 

She would do anything to get t 

luxuries, he 

wanted to shower on Marissa. For now, a cafe would 

do 

“You are too quiet today!” Dean remarked, “Is it because it’s Monday?” 

Marissa gave him a small smile and chewed her lower lip, “Maybe.” 

A one–word answer! Just when she thought Monday was getting better, this happened. 

“Peter showed me a new mural design today. You should check it once, Dean,” she unlocked her phone to show the picture. 

“If you like it then we’ll approve it.” 

“But… you are the Supreme power. Have a look!” she 

teased him making him throw back his head and laugh 

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loudly. 

“I’m not the Supreme power but he is,” he pointed to the President’s office door. 

“Yeah. Right.” 

“His Highness didn’t even want to come to Kanderton,” Dean told her, “Our office got constructed, Mr. Joseph did the hiring, and he didn’t even bother to have a look around. And then one fine day he was here for a few days‘ trip and poof!” Dean spread his palm in the air, “now his Highness doesn’t want to leave Kanderton.” 

Marissa felt her heart thumping against her chest. 

“What can be the reason?” she knew, she was being petty to ask such a personal question. 

Dean gave her a careful glance and shook his head, “Nobody knows. We all know one thing and that is… he is the king!” 

Marissa snickered and started collecting her things, “Where are you going by the way?” 

He asked her quickly when saw her getting ready to 

leave his desk. 

“I need to submit today’s report to His Highness,” 

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“It’s not about a café, Del. It’s… I don’t know how to tell 

you.” 

He spent Sunday with me. With my kids. I could feel his eyes on me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Then what went wrong? 

Why didn’t he tell me, he was planning this? 

“Marissa!” Delinda snapped her fingers before her eyes and shook her arm, “we are here to work. No matter 

what that Kate gets. We will do our job at MSin.” 

Marissa found it encouraging and started finishing her plate. 

“You’re right, Del. We have a job, and no matter what. We are just employees.” 

“Exactly! And by the end of the day, you are her in charge.” 

Marissa giggled at the childish attempt to make her happy. 

“Delinda is right,” Shang Chi who was busy chatting with her friend, came back and started enjoying his Egg drop soup, “And I have a feeling. If Mr. Sinclair is rewarding her with a café, then I’m sure he is planning 

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something for us too. We just need to wait a little,” he wiped his mouth with a napkin, “Always remember, Marissa. Whenever competition results are 

announced, they always start from runners up and the topper is announced at the end.” 

This time Marissa couldn’t help it and laughed loudly. 

Shang–chi was right. Rafael had only announced the runners–up. The topper announcements were still left.