"I'm glad you don't have any feelings for me," she says, her voice carrying a touch of relief and a hint of vulnerability. Her words hang in the air, creating a delicate moment of sincerity between us. As she continues, her tone shifts, becoming hopeful and optimistic. "We can be friends, chat buddies, and business partners," she suggests, her voice filled with enthusiasm for the possibilities ahead. Pausing, she extends her hand, a gesture of trust and camaraderie. I find myself captivated by her sincerity, gazing into her eyes for a brief moment before slowly nodding my head in agreement."Nice meeting you," I say, my words falling softly into the space between us. As she turns to leave, a gentle smile dances across her lips, leaving a trace of warmth in the air. "I hope I didn't hurt your ego by saying you aren't my type?" she says, her voice gentle and tinged with a touch of playfulness. In that moment, a sharp intake of breath lingers in my throat, threatening to betray the flic

Arbert stared at us harmlessly. "I am going to analyze everything I find out these past few days" He cleared his throat, and I couldn't help but kill my curiosity, as they had taken a hold of me."Mr. Clinton is a criminal; he killed his stepbrother for the family wealth, making it look like an accident" he explained, carefully taking his words with a neutral voice."I don't get you; can you explain better? I have been with that family for five good years, and I didn't hear of such a case. Are you sure you aren't giving us the wrong information?" I demanded, trying to be sure if he wasn't going to drag me into a mess. He chuckled dryly, a small smile laced on his face."I am sorry about that; I wasn't supposed to laugh in a case like this." He tried addressing his attitude. "You can continue" I let out. "It's a deep secret that neither his wife nor his daughter knew about it. Mr. Clinton is a very big cheat who has committed many crimes in the past and covered them up with his influ

I chuckled when I heard her question. Of course, I know there's no way I could escape her questions, and not that I was trying to do it, anyway. Mike sighed deeply as he stared at me. "I was married to Susan, his daughter," I didn't see any reason why I should hide it anymore since I was already caught. I didn't see the need to waste our time, anyway. Her eyes narrowed, her face was laced with shock. "Are you kidding me? How can you go on a date with me knowing that you are married?" She retorted, and I shrugged. "It's not something serious. More of a contract marriage," I stated, and he scoffed. "she asked me to do this with her five years ago when I was still trying to find a good life for myself" I narrated making sure to be transparent in my explanation. "She and her parents really treated me with so much despite, and for fact that she cheated on me despite our agreement so I had to leave the marriage, but now that they found out about my identity, she has refused to sign the

As we stepped in our hands intertwined, I looked at Susan, who gave me a warning but yet reassuring smile. Mrs. and Mr. Clinton were seated hopefully waiting for us, and they stood up immediately, which was unlike them; the Clinton's are not the type that would rose on their feet for any random person. Which makes me decipher how far I have gone beyond their expectations."You are welcome, Stephen; I never thought you would come. Thanks you for honoring my invitation" Mr. Clinton said with a tone of gratitude and anticipation."You are my father-in-law; who am I to reject your invitation?" I replied, trying to hide the sarcasm laced in my tone."Thanks so much, Stephen; you look really handsome" Mrs. Clinton admired, and I chuckled softly. We all moved to the already-set dining table, which was filled with different types of home-made culinary food. Before I could drag my chair out to sit, Susan already did that for me."You can sit now, babe," she said, and I chuckled softly. Her par

I took a deep breath before responding."Clinton, I appreciate your concern for Nathalie, and I know how much you care about her. But I think she's old enough to make her own decisions, and I don't want to interfere with her happiness. If she's happy with me, then I'm happy too. But if she decides that she doesn't want to be with me but you, then I'll respect her decision. All I can promise is that I'll always be honest with her, and I'll always treat her with respect. I don't want to bother her with my feeling, since she choose to be with you now.Clinton looked at me thoughtfully, then nodded slowly. "I appreciate your honesty, and I can see that you're a good person. I just want to make sure that you're serious about her, and that you're not just playing games. I don't want her to get hurt." He paused, then continued, "I have a request. I want to see you two interact, to see how you get along. Could you and Nathalie come to dinner with me tomorrow?"The request caught me by surpri