The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 325

The president’s office on the top floor.

Tall and well-built body, broad shoulders and long legs, muscular chest covered beneath a purple

shortsleeve shirt outlined his nearly perfect figure.

Purple contrasted nicely with the man’s sharp facial features, making him look tough, distinctive, and

sharp.

It turns out that men in purple could also look so mature, charming, and elegant.

Harry gave the door a gentle knock. After getting a response, he pushed in and handed over the test

report. "Here is the report, Mr. Valentine.”

Mark reached across and took the sealed brown envelope, then opened it, and flipped through the

pages.

After he turned to the result page and his eyes scanned over the text, he put the report down to one

side. His face was calm without a hint of emotional fluctuation. But his slightly raised lips still gave him

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But he was not surprised because the result was expected. He knew long before this that this would be

the case.

Even without this paternity test, he was 100% sure that Charlotte was his daughter.

The purpose of him performing this paternity test was to shut that woman's mouth up.

'Her brother's daughter my foot! She should have come up with something better.’

Harry inadvertently glimpsed the test result, which clearly showed in bold capital letters that the two of

them were father and daughter.

'Father and daughter? So he has a daughter? But why didn't he have any reaction after reading the

report?' Harry thought to himself.

Mark looked up and saw Harry's eyes. He leaned back i n his leather chair with his handsome brows

raised. " You're curious?” he asked.

Caught unawares by Mark's question, Harry looked awkward and quickly cleared his throat. "A bit."

Mark’s lips were upturned. He chuckled, as if he was i n a good mood.

Seeing Mark’s rare expression, Harry chuckled and seized this opportunity. "How old is she, Mr.

Valentine?"

Mark picked up his coffee from the table and took a sip, while his slender fingers casually flipped

through documents. "Three years and five months old." "She is one year younger than mine." Harry

smiled.

Mark looked up from the files. "This is the first time you talk about your family. It is a girl, too?"

"That's right, Mr. Valentine."

Taking another sip of coffee, Mark nodded gently and mumbled with a deep voice, "Girls are better."

"Why is that?" Harry was a little surprised. He thought all this while that Mark preferred a son. His

preference for a daughter really surprised him.

The little human appeared in front of the mind's eye o f Mark. When he thought of the tender skin of

Charlotte and the pink face that looked like an apple, his heart softened and his deep voice became

gentler. " Girls are more... adorable. Boys are a bit too noisy."

Harry smiled. He did not expect that this would be the reason. "Actually, girls could be quite noisy, too."

His girl was noisier than any boys, so much so that he could not find a moment of peace.

Mark's handsome brows were raised as he spoke in a matter of course tone of voice. "Even so, girls

are still more adorable than boys."