My Killing President

Be it the lions’ den, she would valiantly take up the conquest!

As she entered the Yuan Shi building, she went straight to the receptionist and inquired, “Good morning, may I know if Mr. He is in?”

“Good morning, can I ask if you have an appointment with him?” The receptionist replied, but her gaze was teeming with an unnatural hint of pity.

After Covi’s extensive introduction and some self-study, Annabelle can fully comprehend the meaning behind her mild response.

But Annabelle was unbothered. She came fully prepared and more importantly, she came to win!

“I am afraid I don’t have an appointment,” Annabelle explained and smiled politely, “However, I am a designer from Yun Rui Corporation and I would like to have a chat with Mr. He regarding some business urgencies. Can I trouble you to inform him?”

“My apologies, according to the company’s policy I can’t do that…”

distance away, appeared a very large man with a wide, pulpy face and a stern expression. His large head was grey, perhaps even a little oily. His clothing was of rich stuff, but

Mr. He asked coldly, and his eyes were completely

his volunteered to find out and quickly stepped up to the reception

people and when she noticed the infamous CEO, she minced forward. She tried to speak pleasantly and delightfully, “Is this

flutter hem dress brought out her elegant curves, and the way she carried herself was a perfect balance of languid and dominance. Most noteworthy was her

too hard or talk pretentiously, but Annabelle gave him a fine impression. Or maybe she was

the side of his eyes, and

if Mr. He’s gaze were ping-ponging between the documents and her chest, she showed

gaze and told her coldly, “I need to leave right

due respect sir, may I ask when will you be free? I’ll come over again.” Annabelle