My Killing President

Is she naïve, or is she simply fearless?

“Miss Xia, you are pretty sharp-witted!” Mr. He dropped his act and said humourlessly.

Does she think that it makes a difference?

The change in atmosphere raised a red flag for Annabelle. Things did not seem to proceed as planned. What more, now Mr. He seemed to be getting bolder.

Annabelle continued her attempt to act indifferent. With a courteous smile, she said, “Mr. He, why not we talk about work?”

“Miss Xia, you must be thirsty. Come, let me pour you a drink!” Mr. He handed her a glass of wine and raised his cup.

“Mr. He, I don’t drink.” Annabelle rejected, her eyebrow furrowed faintly.

Mr. He’s expression hardened and his eyes got cold, with a merciless tone he said, “Miss Xia, are you joking with me? You want to talk about business but rejects to drink, OR perhaps are you looking down on me?!” His words were uncompromising, leaving Annabelle in a tight spot.

If she still wishes to continue with her objective, then she got no other way but to yield.

drink,” Annabelle stretched out her hand and accepted the full Bordeux glass of red wine,

did not respond, his predatory eyes stare intently at

around it, Annabelle lifted the glass to her lips. Upon the icy-cold contact, the red wine fazed

was actually well-versed with her drinks. After all, she had been a regular

suggestive and dicey. She gave a few uncomfortable cough and knitted her eyebrows

shall we?” Annabelle said slowly and took out the

completely ignored her and

back, she shifted the documents

more!” Mr. He suggested, and he seemed to be in a euphoric

frowned in displease, “Mr. He,

Drink first, then we’ll

drunk after that!” Annabelle

talk another time.” Mr. He blatantly said, showing no intention for

be more assertive, “Mr. He, this assignment is very important