Married to the President

Chapter 129: Way Forward

swnovels.com "Hi" She said, removing her shade and smiled. "Hello" Lanre replied and smiled too.

They both shook hands and Lanre was offered a seat.

" I am Margret Davies but I am popularly known as Mag D" the woman introduced herself.

From Lanre's angle of assessment, she should be a woman in her late fifties or early sixties.

Despite the make up, she still has a wrinkled face. Her cheeks seemed to sag and her entire body

looked weak and aged.

But she had a heavy make up on and wore a golden necklace and earrings. She had a gold ring on her

finger and seemed to be a perfectionist. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lanre gave her a brief assessment and looked away calmly. He took the seat opposite Ms Mag D and

was not yet done in fixing herself and allowing Lanre to introduce himself.

She took out a mirror and examined her look. She touched her nose and applied a little blushes on her

saggy cheeks, murmuring that she needed to look good.

Lanre was getting irritated already. Doesn't she know she needed to do all these before he arrived?

Does she think she's as young as a woman in her twenties?

Why is she dressing so sophisticated and trying to imitate a young woman? She is definitely suffering

from dysmorphic disorder.

But does she even know it is a mental disorder? He sneered and sat with his fist supporting his chin

while he looked at the woman in front of him.

He wondered if she knew something about that woman's death? The woman that is likely to be his

mother. He waited until she was done and looked up at Lanre.

" I am Lanre Obi," he introduced himself. He remained quiet. Ms Mag D then looked at him well and

glanced at herself before asking.

" You said you were doing research. And you think I might be of help. So tell me, how may I help you?"

She asked, adjusting her styled hair to be sure it's still in place.

"I'm glad you were able to spare some time to keep an appointment with me. To be sure I am talking to

the right person, aren't you the director of the city orphanage in the year ** to**?" Lanre asked.

Mag D squinted.