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President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 792

Sarah couldn’t wait to leave, so she packed up her staff and left at once.

When she received Queeny’s call, she just moved out of her dormitory. She immediately went to meet Queeny in excitement.

They met in a Mexican restaurant.

It was an expensive Mexican restaurant, which was very different from cheap ones. It provided fresh delicious food and a pleasant atmosphere.

It was the first time that Sarah had dined in such a fancy restaurant. She even didn’t know how to behave herself after she stepped inside.

A waiter guided her to the second floor in a private room. Then she saw Queeny sitting there and finally relaxed.

“Queeny!”

She called Queeny and walked over with a smile.

Queeny raised her head. “Hi, have a seat!” Queeny also greeted her with a smile.

Sarah walked to sit across her. There were already many dishes placed on the table.

“Eat something first. We can talk later,” Queeny said, while eating the food on her plate.

Sarah nodded. She picked up her knife and fork to have a taste of the food.

“Wow, tasty!”

She complimented.

A glance at her, Queeny grinned, “Enjoy it!”

Saying that, she helped Sarah cut off a piece of chicken.

Sarah ate it and said, “Thanks, Queeny!”

“My pleasure.”

They enjoyed their meal in a peaceful friendly atmosphere. Delicious food indeed could help people forget about sadness and sorrow.

They finished about an hour later.

Queeny asked a waiter to clear the table, then ordered some drinks.

She leaned against the back of her chair. Looking at Sarah who had a bulging stomach after a big meal, she said, “Sarah, I’m leaving.”

Sarah was struck dumb.

Staring at Queeny, she was surprised.

“Where are you going?”

Queeny pondered for a while, then said, “To Othua. But I might go home as well.”

She meant Ambario.

Sarah frowned. For no reason, she somehow had a premonition.

“Why? Couldn’t you stay here?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Queeny gave a faint smile.

She sat there lazily, back on the chair, her right hand on the table. Gently rubbing the glass in her hand, she was at great ease.

“I can’t. I have something important to do,” she said in a flat tone.

Sarah was slightly worried. “What is it? Can you do it alone? Can I help?”

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