The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 87

Summer was downright disgusted upon listening to what Amara said. She found it awfully repulsive

and said, "I am NOT Mark's wife, nor do I have any money. She is the one who owes you money, you

can do whatever you want with her!"

"Summer Hart!" Amara shouted.

Summer acted as though she did not hear her and gently patted Daisy's shoulder, ignoring the cries

from Amara.

The group of men shared glances among one another and scoffed. They puffed out a mouth of

cigarette smoke and said, “We will act according to our prior agreement, if you fail to return the money,

you'll lose your fingers."

"Mom, Dad! They're serious. They will certainly cut my fingers off. Please save me! I swear I will

change! I swear by it!" cried Amara.

Disappointed to the core, Summer's parents couldn't bring themselves to speak to Amara.

"Cut the yapping off with her fingers!"

The sharp-edged knife got Amara's full attention as it inched closer to her. Her face turned as white as

a sheet; her body trembled uncontrollably.

On the other hand, Summer stared at her coldly. 'Why do it when you already know the consequences

of your actions?’ 'Amara is a stubborn person who does not bother to change her bad behaviour, and

for this reason alone, she is now facing the consequences. People like her should be punished.

'Let her feel the pain, let her feel the fear. This is the only way she will reflect and learn her lesson.'

The knife was now inches away from Amara. Its sharp and cold blade slit her pinky open. The

excruciating pain made her scream at the top of her lungs.

Summer’s parents could not bear to watch, but they could not beg Summer as well, leaving them both

anxious and nervous.

Summer had also diverted her gaze, refusing to watch.

"Mom, Dad, please. I’m pregnant! I'm two months pregnant! I don't want my fingers to be chopped off.

Please save me, it hurts so bad!" 1

Amara's tearful screech echoed in the room. Daisy could no longer stand it and cried, "Summer, please

help her. Take it as I'm begging you, please, help her once more, this last time!"

Solomon followed and said, "Summer, I have no dignity to beg you as a father anymore. But please, Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Amara is pregnant. Please save her once more for the sake of her baby."

The silence grew across the room, and Summer finally spoke, "I can save her, but on one condition:

she must sign an agreement."

"Sure, I'll comply. I'll do it," Amara agreed immediately. She was so desperate that she could even sign

ten agreements just for Summer to save her.

Summer's gaze hovered over the group of men and landed on the leader, the man with a cigarette in

hand. "I'll settle her debt. How much does she owe you?" asked Summer.

"Seven hundred grand," the man said as he exhaled a plume of cigarette smoke, casually shaking his

crossed legs.

"Seven hundred grand?" Summer gritted her teeth. She could almost kill Amara in that moment.

On the other hand, Amara had her head hanging low out of embarrassment, not wanting to meet

Summer’s eyes.

Ever since she knew about Summer and Mark’s marriage, she became full of herself, letting herself go

and having no self-control in casinos.

She went around boasting to everyone she met, saying that Mark Valentine, the President of

Santabaca's notable Valentine group, was her brother-in-law.

With this status, many people were willing to lend her money. So even when she had no money on her,

she still managed to get seven hundred grand from the people in the casino and proceeded to lose all

of it.

Solomon sighed continuing!^, glaring at Amara fiercely.

"That is correct, yes. Seven hundred grand, do you have it or do you not? If you do, hand it over to me

right now and just scram if you don't. We have some fingers to chop."

Carelessly, the leader of the group was twirling the knife in his hand. It looked as if it could fall at any

second.

"I do, but I have an agreement for her to sign first. I'll withdraw the money with you after she is done."

"Deal, I don't even care about her fingers. What are you looking at? Sign it now!"

The bald leader slammed the knife onto the table, causing Amara to shiver out of fear. She could not

even calm herself down to write properly.

About half an hour later, the agreement was settled. Amara signed it and passed it to Summer, who

kept it after shooting her a dirty look.