Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

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“So, what’s the catch here?” Rafael asked after hugging his friend who was looking after his Kanderton branch office. 

He had just gotten down from his private jet and couldn’t wait for 

positive progress. Joseph shook his head when saw an army of uniformed bodyguards following him closely. 

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All this time Rafael’s investigators had been expressing their concerns that Sophia and Marissa didn’t bother to go to the airport and left the city by road. That was the reason their records were missing from airport security records. 

Now all of them had been active when Joseph told him about the girl he saw in the superstore. 

“I’m one hundred percent sure that she was Marissa. Her hair was longer than the picture you showed me. She was not as slim but the little girl accompanying her,. my God! You should have seen… she was a spitting image of her aunt Valerie.” 

There was a stark difference between Marissa and Valerie. Valerie was slim, bony, and was through and through a blond while Marissa was a brunette with black eyes with a curvy figure that used to fill her dresses in all the right places. 

Rafael’s heart skipped a beat. He had a daughter? 

Oh, how he wanted to get to Marissa in a jiffy. 

“I asked this investigator to meet me in my hotel room.” He told Joseph while walking to the car. 

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“Hotel room?” Joseph looked at his friend as if he had gone crazy, 

“Yeah, I know.” Rafael brushed his fingers through his hair while getting into the car, “I’m already late in reaching here. I remember you, asking me three years back to get here but Valerie had a nervous breakdown, and I couldn’t leave her side. If I’m wrong about Marissa, then maybe it was Valerie who was with me when I was blind.” 

Joseph shook his head and chuckled, “Seriously! You still believe 

her?” 

“I believe no one,” Rafael remarked sharply, “I just want to hear everything from Marissa’s damn mouth.” 

Instead of engaging in further discussion Rafael went quiet and started looking out the window. 

“Hakuna Matata, dear husband…” she had said after kissing him. 

“When I’m by your side then you don’t need to worry about anything, Rafael. I’ll be your eyes. If an eye transplant is the last choice, then I’ll present my eyes to the doctors. I won’t mind staying blind. For me, your presence is enough.“.. 

And now she was somewhere far away living without him. 

Rafael felt a pang of guilt and pain slowly taking over his heart. In all these years he got so engrossed in expanding his business that his rivals were surprised to see the success he was getting. 

He even changed his Empire’s name from Sinclair to MSin Industries. 

Valerie once asked him, “MSin? What’s so special about this 

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name?” 

“Miles Sinclair. My grandpa. He is my mentor,” he had satisfied her with his answer and got back to work with a smile. 

Rafael closed his eyes while thinking about their conversations when somebody shook his shoulder, 

“Man. Your hotel is here.” Joseph tapped his shoulder and got out of the car. Rafael was walking through the lobby when a bald man approached him, 

“Sir. The good news is we have got a list of all Marissa Sinclaires. living in Kanderton,” He informed Rafael with a smile and Rafael passed him a chilling look, 

“Don’t look for Marissa Sinclair. She must be living with the name Aaron. Or maybe some other name. But she won’t be a fool to use the name Sinclair.” He hoped she hadn’t changed her first name. 

“Thank you for being there,” he hugged Joseph before retiring to his presidential suite. 

“Now don’t be a fool. And please don’t make the mistake of staying up late. Come to the office tomorrow early morning so that we can discuss our future strategy.” 

Rafael gave him a tight–lipped smile and entered the elevator. 

The moment he reached his room, he took a quick shower and placed his laptop on the bed. Ever since he had gotten his eyes back, he started facing difficulty in falling asleep. 

However, he got a little irritated when his phone started ringing. Who can call me at this hour? 

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He received the call muttering to himself. 

“Hello, Sir. I’m Dean. Your Kanderton office manager.” 

“Yes, Dean?” he said busily typing something on his laptop. 

“I hope you had a comfortable trip. If you need anything, I’ll be happy to help you.” 

“Sure. Thank you, Dean.” 

“Pleasure. Will you be coming tomorrow?” 

“Of course. Why?” 

“Sir. We are arranging a party in your honor where the 

businessmen’s fraternity will be invited from all over the world. For this purpose, I have shortlisted twenty caterers. You can have a 

look at it too.” 

“Fine. Email me and then we can discuss it tomorrow.” He disconnected the call and rolled his eyes. 

The man seemed quite excited about planning this party. He frowned when his phone pinged. An email from Mr. Dean. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Gosh! Was he carrying the list all this time in his pocket? A late–night call just to discuss caterers? Seriously?” with a chuckle he opened the list with disinterest. 

There were twenty caterers but there was this specific one that caught his eye due to the name. 

“Alexander Homestyle Catering?” 

He felt knots in his stomach. Once he had told Valerie or Marissa that if he ever got a son, he would name him, Alexander. 

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“Interesting! Let’s discuss catering tomorrow…” he said with amusement and closed his laptop. 

Where are you, strawberry? My little greene. He closed his eyes and fell back on his pillow. He hoped Marissa was the girl, Joseph 

saw. 

His life depended on it. 

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