The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 328

Jazz's brows were knitted together, his voice deepening involuntarily. "Are you looking for Mark?"

"He took Charlotte away. I can't find Charlotte now, and his phone is turned off. Could you please help

me see if he is there? If he is not there, I would need you t o help me go to his apartment."

Jazz eased up his brows. "Mark took away Charlotte? Didn't he inform you about it?"

"Do you think I would have let him take Charlotte away if he called me?" Summer asked back flatly.

This was a simple question. Mark knew that if he made the call, she would be suspicious, and might

not even let Charlotte see him.

So he wisely chose not to inform her, but to pick up Charlotte directly.

"Okay, I see. I will help you now. Don't worry. Wait for my call." Jazz hung up and went to Mark's room.

Summer put her cell phone back into her handbag, and then went to the supermarket across the street

and bought a bottle of mineral water. She then sat on a bench, sipping a mouthful of water as she

calmly waited for Jazz's call.

Was she desperate?

No, she was not desperate, nor worried. He took Charlotte away because he knew he was Charlotte's

dad.

Even if he might not like Charlotte, would he be so cruel to his biological daughter? The answer was an

absolute no.

So she was not desperate nor worried. The most important thing at the moment was that she must not

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She had long anticipated this would happen one day. Mark was not any Tom, Dick, and Harry; no way

she could bluff him with her crappy lies.

Since he had seen Charlotte and was suspicious, he would investigate. All this was within her

expectation.

Meanwhile, in the first-class cabin on a plane.

Charlotte was sitting on the leather seat by the window, and Mark was sitting next to her with his lips

curling upward.

Charlotte's lustrous black eyes moved in the sockets a s she looked down at her hands that were

twisted together. After hesitating for a while, her tender voice came. "Can I see your marriage

certificate?"

She disliked and hated this gentleman, but her teacher, Nora, said that the marriage certificate was

authentic. That meant he and her mom were married, weren't they?

The curvature of his lips increased again as he heard what Charlotte said. She was kind to him for the

first time.

He sat up slightly. Using his well-proportioned hand, h e fished out the marriage certificate from his

pants pocket and handed it to Charlotte.

Charlotte took it in her tender little hands, her eyes looking at photos on the marriage certificate

unblinking. They were indeed her mom and this

Uncle Rascal.

'Since Mommy is married to this Uncle Rascal, is this Uncle Rascal my daddy?’ she thought to herself.'

Mommy always said that I was fished out from the lake of Nokocola Bay, but I never believe it. Ms.

Bailey has already said that babies are born from mothers' bellies, and it is laboriously painful. So I

have to love Mommy and be her good girl.'