My Killing President

After Yoi left, Annabelle’s heart was sunk with nerves but she tried her best to appear composed. Mu sat solemnly on his leather swivel chair. His suit was a midnight black, unbuttoned and his rippling muscles suggested good health. Handsome was an understatement, he was bewitching and breath-taking.

It was unthinkable that the two would meet again in this manner after two years.

Alistair read Annabelle’s personal file with care and paused at her name and picture.

“Annabelle? From London?” he raised his eyes and looked intently at her.

“Yes sir.” Annabelle replied with confidence. However, her heart was pounding and her brain was overloaded. Fear and regret were building like a snowball in her stomach, why didn’t she do a proper background check on Yun Rui before committing!? She hand-picked the devil!

“The CV is not too bad,” Alistair commented, unimpressed.

Not too bad? What in the world do you see on that resume that says, ‘NOT TOO BAD’ ?!

in the workplace

flash of amusement in his eyes, “Well it seems that Miss Annabelle

anything but outstanding, I don’t think I would

felt completely disorientating. By looking at his face, one would not be able to guess his thoughts or observe any hint of emotions at all.

first for him to encounter a woman like this. She didn’t use the predictable flattering, she did not go out of her way to impress and nor had she appeared to be an egoistic person. However, something

important to be capable at work. But I think having a commendable character

her

you suggesting that I was actually eavesdropping

and met with her serious

I came up to report duty to you, the rest was mere coincidence.” Annabelle spoke with