President, what’s the relationship with the Nightingale Family? Why invite her?
Also, President, what does he look like? Please don’t be some ugly old man...
Seeing Eva Nightingale didn’t react, the bodyguard stepped forward again, bowed ninety degrees, and politely said, "Miss Eva, our President wants to see you, come with us."
Eva Nightingale furrowed her brows again.
Her mind had already drifted far away.
It is said that the President is usually fifty or sixty years old. Although very powerful, he’s very old and not good looking. Who is she, Eva Nightingale, after all, a definite appearance fanatic!
Ugly men, this lady doesn’t want!
Men with unpleasant voices, this lady doesn’t want!
Men with bad physiques, this lady doesn’t want!
Men who don’t spoil their wives, this lady doesn’t want!
Men who don’t pick fish bones for their wives, this lady doesn’t want!
"Why does your President want to see me?" Eva confirmed that the features mentioned above can’t be found in the President.
If not, why go see him? Is she some kind of fool, Eva Nightingale?
"You’ll know when you meet our President." The bodyguard remained respectful and extremely polite.
Oh, is that so? Eva was taken aback.
She’s pregnant but can’t be taken advantage of by the President. Otherwise, becoming the First Lady doesn’t sound too bad.
Can’t be taken advantage of, right?
If she takes advantage of the President and makes him an instant father? Marrying a wife and becoming a dad?
Forget it, forget it.
No need to cause trouble for the President, she’s not a good person, but she can’t take advantage of the President.
She can’t stomach an ugly man.
"Sorry, bodyguard brother, I’m not going, no time."
"..." The bodyguards immediately kneeled down with a loud thud. Cold sweat streaming.
This Miss Eva is the Crown Princess Consort, the President’s woman, yet she calls them ’bodyguard brother’. If their master finds out, they fear he will cut their tongues and throw them into a sewage tank.
"Miss Eva, just call us bodyguards. Our President said he really wants to see you, please come with us."
The order was given to invite her properly, as if inviting a Young Madam.
Is that so, does the President know her?
Why send someone to invite her? She’s not rich, nor has she done anything terribly wrong... really don’t know what the President wants her for?
Just like in novels, that the President has taken a fancy to her, wants to bring her to sleep with him, have his babies?
Become the President’s mistress?
Have to sleep with him every day?
Eva’s face turned black instantly, and the next second she said mischievously, "I’m not being a mis~tress, nor am I sleeping with the President, better find another woman."
The bodyguard who had just stood up kneeled down again with a loud thud: "Miss Eva. We’re not taking you to sleep with him, nor to be a mis~tress, our President just wants to meet you."
"Hey, get up, why kneel on the ground?" Eva said, pulling the bodyguard, "Get up quickly!"
The bodyguard trembled with fear, he’s done for.
If the President knew, surely he’d be in trouble...
"Miss, I beg you, just come with us to meet the President."
The bodyguard was tearful without tears to shed.
"Heh." Eva sneered at herself, fine, why must she go just because he asked?
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