Thousand Birch Fallen

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A year ago, Grace Gordon, the step-daughter of the Gordon Family, married into the Yale Family amidst everyone's envious gaze.
A year later, it was revealed that 27-year-old Grace Gordon had a 13-year-old illegitimate son, and was driven out by the Yale Family.
A marriage left her in ruin, without home or loved ones.
At this point, she realized that the Yale Family's acceptance of her had ulterior motives.
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He is a rising star in politics, and their only connection is that they once woke up in the same bed.
When they meet again, he looks at her through a veil of smoke, his voice low and steady: "Grace Gordon, leave Lewis Yale... become my wife."
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After three years of a secret marriage, she becomes his greatest support.
He also stands at the pinnacle, despising everyone else.
She comes home drunk, red wine in her left hand, and a divorce agreement in her right. Her drunken demeanor captivating, eyes smiling faintly: "The days when we used each other... should come to an end."
He looks at her intensely: "Stop joking, just when everybody finds out about you, you want to divorce? Wouldn't that be telling everyone that the President has been abandoned?"
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Stanhope Brown encountered such a woman five years ago. She was poison to him...a drug he couldn't quit, forget, and felt that pampering her was never enough.
Grace Gordon encountered such a man five years ago. For her, he was her pillar of strength, her redemption...he was the tattoo forever etched in her heart and impossible to erase.

Scandalous President

"Of course! You should call me Uncle..." Grace Gordon pinched little Harry Brown's face.


She took the fresh flowers from Harry's hand and handed them to Chloe Spencer, instructing her to put them in a vase in the restaurant. Then she bent down and wiped the chubby little hands of Harry.


Grace held Harry's hand, feeling that he had grown somewhat chubbier since she first met him.


Now his small hands had some meat on them, and they were no longer rough, but soft and fair. It was evident that Old Madam Brown took great care of Harry.


"Let's go... together to pick up Uncle!" Grace said to Harry.


Harry nodded vigorously, his big black eyes full of laughter: "Yes!"


It was Ian Leighton's first time at the Presidential Mansion. Before he got out of the car, the Chief Steward of the Presidential Mansion had already come out to open the door for him.


"Thank you..." Ian Leighton nodded to the presidential mansion housekeeper, with an elegant demeanor.


Chapter 312: Is this simply the style of a domineering president? 3