Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451: 451- Aniya’s confusion

The shock on Paige’s face was priceless. Aniya was laughing her head off internally but, on the outside, her face remained somber.

"This is the only explanation I can come up with, Paige. You are just here to tarnish my reputation, so you thought let’s pin my name with a powerful man’s name so that I become a laughingstock. Right? No, Paige. Wrong!" Aniya waved her hand confidently in front of Paige’s face, "So I want to hear what you want to say about this secret boyfriend of mine."

Paige was standing there tongue-tied. She swiped her tongue over her dry lips and turned to look at her friends who were standing there as helpless as her.

Poor things didn’t even know what Paige wanted out of all this.

"Didn’t you go with George Donovan?" she asked Aniya in a weak voice and Aniya threw back her head and laughed loudly.

"See? What did I tell you all?" she motioned towards George’s PA whose face had turned crimson in embarrassment, "You won’t stop, Paige. Will you? Nice try, girl."

Aniya clapped thrice with a smirk and then her hands dropped to her side.

"You are not what you show, Anaya," Paige hissed with a mean look, "You’re a maid and you are supposed to stay a maid. Don’t cross boundaries. If you will be caught by HR, then they won’t say a shit to your bed partner because he is powerful. But you will be in trouble."

"Enough!" Out of nowhere, Mrs. Eileen’s voice boomed through the open door of the room, "What is going on here? Your voices can be heard in the reception area."

"Mrs. Eileen," Olivia who was standing right behind Aniya stepped forward, "Paige doesn’t like it that Anaya is meeting boys without her approval. She wants to adopt Anaya," Olivia’s face feigned innocence and like other girls Aniya had to gulp down the sudden burst of laughter bubbling up in her throat.

She had to purse her lips to stop herself from laughing. Other girls also coughed to suppress their laughter. The worst thing was... Paige’s friends were also included in that group.

"Mrs. Eileen. Paige thinks, as a maid Anaya isn’t allowed to go out with a rich guy," Another girl spoke from the corner of the room who wasn’t even friends with Aniya. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

"Ms. Paige Fletcher. You know very well that we don’t encourage personal attacks here," Mrs. Eileen’s tone was quite authoritative as she walked up to the middle of the room. Her piercing gaze locked onto Paige who stiffened immediately, "I expected better from you."

Mrs. Eileen might not be Paige’s equal in designation but everyone in the office and hostel respected her. Including George Donovan.

Paige swallowed uncomfortably, and shifted a little, "Umm... Mrs. Eileen... I was just..."

"No excuses, Paige," Mrs. Eileen cut her off, "I don’t want any of you to drag your colleagues’ names in any kind of gossip. It’s not only unprofessional but also unacceptable."

She glanced around at the other girls, "I assume you all have better things to do then entertain petty disputes. This hostel was for your safety and comfort. Not to bring down each other."

Aniya was standing there with a composed expression, yet her eyes flickered with satisfaction. However, Paige’s face was burning with humiliation, her hands were clenched at her sides.

Aniya shook her head with a smirk. She gave a serious look to her friends when Olivia signaled her to stop, "I know what you are thinking. No need to tell us about that guy if you aren’t comfortable, Anaya."

"Yes," Olivia also nodded, "Let Paige fume while thinking that you are sleeping with George Donovan. I can already imagine her face..." she mimicked Paige’s expression of shock, widening her eyes and gasping dramatically, "Please. Leave George. He is mine!" she placed her palm on her chest.

The three of them burst into laughter, struggling to keep their voices down.

"Guys! Keep it low. Will ya?" Aniya tried to control her laughter, "Please don’t invite Mrs. Eileen’s wrath. She was too serious about that threat."

"Well... well ... well..." Olivia plopped on Emma’s bed, "Ms. Paige Fletcher deserved it. Being a PA of George Donovan doesn’t mean that she is his wife."

"Yeah," Emma put her head on Olivia’s tummy, "Maybe next time she’ll think twice before running her mouth."

They had brought their pizza to the room and were now gulping it down with beer.

"Anaya," Emma called her while taking a big bite of her pepperoni pizza slice, "Someday do introduce me to this hot man you’re sleeping with. I want to see why Paige was acting so crazy as if she had seen a ghost."

Aniya chewed her lower lip, trying to decide if she should tell her friends about George Donovan or not.