The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 88

"Where's the money?" the bald man rushed her.

Summer held Mark's American Express card in her hand. However, she then realized she had no idea

what the password was for this card. How on earth could she withdraw money?

Summer planned to withdraw seven hundred grand from his account and explain to him after he was

back from Grudin North.

Watching her blank expression, the bald man lost his patience and cursed, stabbing the knife into the

bed, "F *ck this, are you playing the fool with me?"

"No, I just don’t remember the password to this card. I’ll head to the bank to change the password later

and pass you the money by tomorrow. How does that sound?"

"And what makes you think we can believe you?"

Summer just flashed them the American Express card and said, "I have this. Do you need any more?"

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be some big shot. Very well then, you may go. You can never hide from us

anyway. We’ll find you no matter what. Make sure you bring us the money by tomorrow morning, before

seven o'clock. I'll be waiting!"

The bald man was definitely not a fool. He knew that the American Express card had unlimited credit.

With that card, Summer would not even have a problem withdrawing seven million bucks, let alone

seven hundred grand.

However, Summer felt that she needed to ask Mark about the password. She was still contemplating

whether she should ask him now as she knew that he was busy. Besides, she found it hard to ask for

money from Mark as well.

But she had no other choice. All she could do now was to give him a call.

After some consideration, Summer finally mustered u p her courage and dialed his number. Her heart

was racing as she thought of the best words to say.

Suddenly, the line connected. Summer bit into her lips and opened her mouth. But the words that came

out were different from what she initially planned to say," Are you okay over there?”

"You called just to ask me this?” his tone was cold and flat.

She already knew that he was busy, but she still called to ask him for money. On top of it, she still

called during the worst time possible. At that moment, she felt utterly ashamed of herself.

She was unable to speak for a second and stuttered, "N o... It's just___I..." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Listen, I have no time to listen to your stammering. Stop calling me!"

Mark was not his usual self. His voice sounded aggressive. Every word he said to her was unusually

clear.

Followed his abrupt behaviour was a series of 'beep', indicating that he hung up on her...

Summer's face was bright red, but for the wrong reasons. She felt as if she was slapped across the

face, hard. After listening to what Mark had to say, she froze on the spot, not moving an inch.

She just gathered courage from every inch of her body to call and tell him about this issue.

But what happened with Mark on the phone scarred her. She would never ask him for favours

anymore, no matter how hard her situation was.

She knew that she, Summer Hart, also had her own dignity...

Collecting herself, she dialed up Sherman's number in hopes that she could borrow seven hundred

grand. She was even willing to sign an IOU, to assure Sherman that she will return her debt.

Billy Day was also one of the well-off families in Santabaca, so seven hundred grand should not be a

problem for Sherman, who did not hesitate to send Summer some money the next day...

Summer sighed with relief.

This was the first and the only time Summer asked someone else for money.

Ever since her childhood, Summer was an independent child who did not like to trouble other people. In

this situation, she really had no other option but to turn to Sherman for help, which she would never do.

Amara was lying on her stomach on the sofa, tears streaming down her face as she cried and wailed

out o f pain.

Summer looked at her coldly; she had no empathy for her at all. No matter how painful it was, even if it

cost her life, Amara asked for it.

Daisy was busy stopping the blood loss when she said, "I think we should go to the hospital; it's quite a

deep cut."