Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 145

“Ahhhhh! Don’t come over, don’t come!”

The lighting in the room shone at a click.

Celine flinched into Sylvia’s arms. The latter gently patted Celine’s back and sighed.

“Oh, child. I thought there really was something. Take a closer look, it’s just the curtain. You slept without closing the window so the breeze blew the gauze from outside. The hand you were talking about is just the drapes.”

The old lady motioned her to take a look.

Celine focused her vision on the spot and soon realized that the phantom figure she mistaken for was only a drape.

She heaved a heavy sigh.

“Did my eyes deceive me?”

“It must be the mounting pressure on you recently.”

As a matter of fact, Sylvia was pretty speechless by Celine who was scared by the curtain and woke everybody up in the middle of the night.

Nevertheless, it was best she held her tongue by the looks of Celine’s pale face.

Hence, she patted her hand. “It’s alright now. Don’t get a bee in your bonnet. There’s nothing. Get some rest.”

She then brought the crowd to leave.

Standing there, Celine opened her mouth, wanting to say something but the words would not escape her lips.

Sally met her gaze and threw her a reassuring look before departing as well.

In the corridors, Sylvia stopped in her tracks and asked Sally, “Are there any updates regarding Celine and the people in the capital?”

Sally replied with respect, “They have checked on it but haven't given a concrete answer. It’s been established that the thing is genuine though so we should receive a reply soon enough.”

Sylvia frowned, a giveaway of her displeasure.

Sally added. “It’s been missing for over two decades after all. It’s no surprise they would take precautions. A prominent and influential family such as them wouldn’t abandon Celine if they can confirm that she’s part of their bloodline.”

Sylvia heavily snorted.

“This concerns all of the Jennings. Nothing must go wrong. Celine’s future, and the Jennings' future highly depends on it. We must be careful moving forward.”

Sally immediately replied, “I know, mom.”

Without another word, Sylvia brought her people and left the scene.

Staring at the old madam’s receding figure, Sally let out a sigh.

Shaun came up from behind and coldly scoffed.

“It is I who had a hard time befriending that Morrison woman and built the Jennings to what it is today. Yet, she handed all of the family inheritance to that b*stard. What does she take me for? Godd*mnit!”

Sally softly pursed her lips.

“What’s the Jennings?” With downcast eyes, she curled a scheming smile by the edge of her lips.

“If we succeed, our little Celine will become Cinderella. The Hancocks and Mortons, let alone the Jennings will be on their knees fawning over us. Shaun, don’t just look at what's in front of you and be bothered about the petty gains. No good will come out of that.”

Shaun’s eyes lit up.

“You’re right. We must succeed in this! We can’t let anything go wrong!”

The duo returned to their bedroom full of pride. It was at that moment that Sally’s footsteps came to a halt.

“What’s this?”

On the head of the bed, sat an exquisitely-wrapped white gift box. The box was tied with a pink ribbon. It was obvious someone had placed it there.

“Oh, Shaun, did you put it there?”

Thinking it was a surprise gift from Shaun, Sally asked with glee.

However, Shaun furrowed his brows.

“It wasn’t me.”

He casted doubtful eyes towards Sally.