My Killing President

After their meal, Annabelle and Ralphy were ready to go. He walked up to Mu and greeted, “Mr. Mu, we will take our leave first. Enjoy your meal!”

Mu sat restfully with a radiating charisma, his presence is like a physical force, demanding reverence at every turn.

“Ok!” He acknowledged with a mild nod.

Yoi looked at the two then interjected, “Mr. Xia, are you sending Miss Xia home?”

“Yes of course.”

After hearing what she wanted, Yoi’s lips curled up, with a flirtatious tone she sneered, “Then let’s not interrupt them, have fun!”

“Thank you,” Ralphy smiled back refinedly and gestured Annabelle to leave.

Just when the two turned away to leave, Mu suddenly called out,

“Hey Miss Xia!”

Annabelle stopped hesitantly to respond, “Yes, Mr. Mu?”

“It’s regarding the Yuan Shi contract, I wish to see a detailed design by tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!”

“Yes, tomorrow.”

together into a frown. Her

Mission impossible part II now… To

my best!”

or do not, there

……even Yoda came out.

Annabelle’s eyes were grudgingly glaring. Seeing that Mu averted his attention back to his plate, she too turned around and

momentarily at him and Yoi

intention was and it didn’t bother him too much. The one that felt most disturbed

to find even a slight inkling from

his poker face, and she

back, she grumbled a little, “Bro it’s getting

you next time.

and got down the car.

entered her house, her phone

up beguilingly when

so sorry…”