My Killing President

As Mu turned back and leave, his eyes sparkled in mystifying satisfaction…

This time, it was Yoi that had a short circuit.

Brother in law?

So that means Mu’s ex-wife was actually his sister?!

By the time she worked things out, Mu was already few steps ahead. And she hurriedly caught up to him.

Mu never liked Japanese food. He didn’t like their mild and chilled flavour.

But today, he had an unspeaking meal.

When the meal was almost done, Yoi absent-mindedly asked, “Alistair, your ex-wife was actually Ralphy’s sister?”

“Yeah, what’s the matter?”

appeared to be completely unbothered. And she shook her head mildly to stop overthinking. “Nothing, just asking. What a small world…”

his mind back to the time

She had a slouching posture and on her pale face sat a dull, murky pair of glasses. He recalled she smelled like

so he

His nose flared in irritation and a de-appetising

of

it wasn’t to get on Ralphy’s nerves, he

reassuring to Yoi. She can safely presume that his ex-wife was either ugly as sin, or just

furthermore, they had never gotten intimate in the

she got a more pressing

right, Alistair, any updates with the project Annabelle

eyebrow and looked

I don’t understand what you mean…” She forced an awkward

that I planted someone