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Vichy moved her lips helplessly. " Mr. President, you are thinking too much." She did not know how long such a father's love could last. She didn’t know she was a prop or a real daughter in his heart. But now that she had this identity, then, she could only make use of it. Albert looked at her side face, which was so familiar to her mother. He smiled with relief but finally said nothing. At the door of the banquet, Amy Meyer's body was still trembling. "Angie, even if today's events were not reported by the media, how can I meet people in the circle in the future?" As long as she thought that she had just been crushed by Vichy Sullivan, she felt cold all over. “ Why were you so impulsive just now? If there is no evidence for this, how can you blame her? Have you forgotten her identity