My Killing President

Annabelle tensed in panic and turned away to leave.

“Who are you? And why are you standing here?” A hostile and booming voice came from inside.

Annabelle knew she must now give them a satisfying explanation, otherwise it would just spell trouble. She lifted her eyes and hid her uneasiness, with a modulated tone, she explained, “I am the new…”

Just before she could finish her sentence, she received her second trauma of the day.

It was Alistair!

What in the world is he doing here!?

Annabelle’s mind went blank and her jaw dropped comically, like the genie from Aladdin.

He is the president of Yun Rui?!

How in the world is this even possible!

mind. Every single cell in body yelled ‘RUN!’, but her feet were heavy as lead,

from clay by one of the great artists of the past. His basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke to his great strength.

observed the stranger from head to toe. Not a beauty in the classical way, no flowing golden curls nor temperament like a catwalk model, but in her ordinariness, she was mysteriously attractive. Something radiated from her that made her pleasing. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes, her tranquil eyes stared at him and a set of

second…Why is her mouth wide

way she looks at me is rather…

could

yet to answer me,” Alistair asked again, intimidatingly this

enchanting voice brought Annabelle back

us?” The lady beside him strutted forward, presumably the aforementioned Yoi Han.

plight of

obvious hostility towards Annabelle. She blamed Annabelle for interrupting her attempts to get Alistair under her

new designer, Annabelle.

Annabelle?” Alistair lightly repeated after her, while his eyes scanning with a mixture of

was in her mouth. She couldn’t