My Killing President

“Mr. Mu, it’s me.”

Hearing this pleasant voice made Mu’s heart skipped a beat. His lips curved in smugness and he replied, “…May I know who is this?”

Annabelle knew that over the phone, Alistair absolutely, undisputedly and unquestionably had recognized her voice. And then he was just enjoying being a jerk!

“Annabelle Xia!” She gritted her teeth in irritation.

And there was a long pause over the phone, Annabelle assumed that he was distracted by work or something else. Then he asked carefreely, “Oh hey it’s you, the money’s ready?”

Annabelle felt triggered. Whenever she spoke to him, she felt as if her blood pressure ran amok. She took in a deep breath, and tried her best attempt to speak calmly, “That is not why I called today.”

“Oh? Then may I know why are you calling?”

“It is about the car accident!”

Mu put down his pen and lazed back on his swivel chair. Suited in an elegant black once more and he looked exactly like a villian in some Bond’s movie.

“Well well, what does it have to do with you?” He spoke with an enthralling charm.

that Dorie is my dear friend!” Annabelle restlessly

He asked

you please drop your charges? It was clearly an uncomplicated accident, why are you suing for intentional

to get worked up and

should know best!” Annabelle almost

on purpose, and yet he was speaking so

was actually enjoying the moment. He tried his best not to sound shaky from swallowing all his laughter

How can you be sure that she wasn’t intentional? You do remember last night we have had a bad time in the diner right? That explains her motive to hit me with her car. She was causing harm to me, and you want me to

Alistair was really seeking his revenge! What a despicable man, he

was unsure what his ultimate

I trust she won’t do

she is

Mu! You are

“Yeah then so what?”

right, even if it was a false accusation, was there anything

make sure she gets prison time. You must know that I am at least capable of that, right?” Mu