The President's Prized Possession

Chapter 3

EP3: The President's Prized Possession

After secretly sneaking into Andre's office while he was in a meeting with Evelyn and obtaining information about Laura, Susan planned to make Evelyn fail at her job.

"Let's see what you'll do if the woman you chose doesn't show up to meet the president at the hotel."

Susan loathed Evelyn to the core—hating her with a mix of deep resentment and bitter jealousy.

"This time, you won't be the president's outstanding secretary anymore."

A satisfied smile spread across Susan's face thickly layered with makeup, her eyes filled with cunning malice, before she picked up her phone to call Laura, impersonating Evelyn.

"Hello, Miss Laura. I’m the one who’ll be picking you up and taking you to the hotel."

"Oh? I thought I was told to go on my own?"

"It's just that my boss wanted to make things more convenient for you, Miss Laura."

"Oh, in that case, that's fine."

"Have you left the university yet, Miss Laura?"

"I'm at my condo, getting dressed."

"Which condo? I'll come to pick you up."

"Condo..."

Laura gave the name of her condo to the person on the line, believing she was speaking to an assistant of the client who had hired her to be a surrogate.

"I'll be waiting for you in the lobby. Dress your best because if my boss likes you, you might receive additional perks beyond the payment."

"Thank you very much. I'll dress as beautifully as I can."

After Laura hung up, Susan curled her lips at the phone in disdain.

"No matter how well you dress, you'll end up just lying on the street."

Susan pressed the accelerator, steering her brand-new Japanese car back onto the road, heading towards Laura's condo.

'Let's see how you'll solve this problem.'

Susan laughed triumphantly, confident that Andre would be furious, or perhaps even fire Evelyn.

Heh... If that happens, she’ll have to light candles at every church in town in gratitude.

The time displayed on her phone screen showed it was now almost half an hour past eight.

Large tears she tried to hold back streamed down her smooth cheeks, dripping into the glass of liquor she held.

Liquor...

They say alcohol helps you forget your sorrows and pain, but why does she still feel the pain even after almost finishing the glass?

She lifted her slender hand to remove her thick glasses, making it easier to wipe away the torrent of tears streaming down her cheeks.

She felt a pang of pain thinking about a lucky woman being with Andre, the president she had secretly loved for so long.

“Stop crying, Evelyn. You don't even have the right to shed tears.”

The young woman kept telling herself in anguish, trying to accept that Andre had other women by his side.

But damn it, she just couldn't get used to it.

She wept every time she knew Andre was with another woman, a woman she had personally selected for him.

Her tear-filled eyes stared at the glass of liquor.

Maybe she hadn't drunk enough yet. She needed more to drown her sorrows.

She put her thick glasses back on with her clean white hand before lifting the glass and downing the liquor, her delicate face contorting from the alcohol's bite that cut deep into her soul.

“Another glass, please.”

She waved down the waiter who had just passed by and ordered another drink.

A fresh glass was placed in front of her as requested.

Evelyn reached for the glass, ready to drink, when her phone's ringtone interrupted.

The elegant glass was promptly set back on the table, and her large, tear-stained eyes blinked rapidly.

The ringtone was reserved for a specific person, and it was Andre calling.

Why was he calling now? Had his meeting with Laura wrapped up?

She couldn't help but glance at the time on her phone screen, surprised, her eyebrows furrowing.

It was only 8:38 PM. Why had Andre finished so quickly? He usually went all night...

Or was something wrong?

Evelyn anxiously answered the call from her handsome boss, and was even more shocked, almost sobering up, when she heard his voice.

“Get to the hotel right now, Evelyn.”

“What's going on, Mr. President?”

“No questions! Just hurry up.”

"Yes... yes, I'll go right away."

She was about to hang up, but the voice on the other end stopped her.

"Where are you now?"

"Uh..."

"You're not at the condo, are you?"

"Uh… I’m actually out for a bit of fun right now."

"You never go out at night, Evelyn. What’s got you suddenly interested in nightlife now?"

She didn't quite understand why Andre was displeased to find out she wasn't at the condo.

"I just wanted to try something new."

She heard a growl of displeasure from the other end, followed by a rare stern tone.

"I'm warning you, a place like that isn't suitable for you, Evelyn."

Why would he care about her, anyway? She was just the secretary outside his office—someone he praised for her excellent work, nothing more.

"Why do you think bars and clubs aren’t suitable for me, Mr. President?"

"Because, in my eyes, you’re best suited to being right outside my office, that’s why. Now stop asking so many annoying questions—and get over here."

She should have responded with 'Yes, understood' as she always did, but the alcohol coursing through her veins made her feel bolder than usual.

"And... what about Laura?"

"That's why I called you."

“W-Why? Or… did Miss Laura not please you, Mr. President?”

But he was the one who chose her himself when she brought the profiles to his office.

"It's not that I didn't like her."

"Then what's the problem, Mr. President?"

There was a brief silence at the other end before he said something that shocked her.

"Laura didn't show up."

"What? Mr. President?"

She was so shocked that she jumped up from her chair, her face turning pale.

She quickly placed money on the table without waiting for change and hurried out of the venue.

"That woman didn't come. I've been waiting in the room for almost forty minutes."

"Why is that? Uh... I'll call her right away."

"I don't care what you do next, but you need to come here now, Evelyn."

"Yes, Mr. President, I'm... on my way."

Evelyn got into her own car, started the engine, and drove off quickly. While stopping at a red light, she quickly dialed Laura.

“Why isn't she answering?”

But Laura didn't answer, no matter how many times she called.

“She promised and didn't show up. The president must be really angry with me.”

What should she do now?

Evelyn was anxious and worried because this was her first mistake since working as Andre's secretary.

While Evelyn was distressed, Susan smirked with satisfaction, glancing at the unconscious body of Laura, who was slumped over in the passenger seat.

Susan had picked Laura up and put a sleeping pill in her drink, causing Laura to fall into a deep sleep.

“Why is it this easy?”

Susan turned off the road at a bus stop, then quickly looked around. Seeing no one, she hurriedly dragged Laura's unconscious body out of the car.

“Sorry for having to do this, pretty teacher.”

Susan said to Laura with a sneer, looking at her disdainfully before humming a tune and getting back into the car cheerfully.

“I beat you, Evelyn.”

Susan's red-plated Japanese car drove away from the bus stop, leaving Laura's unconscious body there heartlessly.