My Killing President

There are certain times when you can’t avoid the inevitable and such is the time for Mu and Annabelle. The SRD organized a jewellery exhibition and all candidates are required to join in and thus, they had to go together.

Ever since that day, they had mutually steered clear from each other and now it was just downright awkward to be in the same car.

Initially Annabelle intended to get a cab, but when she saw the thunder on his face, she swallowed her words and followed obediently behind. She was willingly to compromise as long as it meant saying one less word to Mu.

Annabelle nimble-footedly moved into the backseat and shut the door immediately. While Mu sat in the front driving, just like a chauffeur escorting his young lady…

Annabelle didn’t care about that and all she did was countdown the time needed to reach the exhibition.

Mu too, sealed his lips the entire journey.

There were only the quiet, monotonous sound of gust from the air-conditioner and sound of them breathing.

not try to strike a conversation.

allured Mu. He had been staring at Annabelle unconsciously through the rear mirror.

the spur of the moment, Annabelle shifted her gaze to the front and

of a sudden the mood changed. They shifted their gaze simultaneously and as if it helped to keep away from each other, they looked as far

She was always anxious that Mu might just suddenly recognize her.

however, did not seem to be too bothered.

to roar and the two remained

First thing that impressed them greatly was the security policies and measures, they were on par with international level

two were led into the hall. At first glance Annabelle could already name a

sponge up as much as possible and don’t embarrass

faintly but nodded in acknowledgement. Well, the golden rule of work is the boss is

was striking and gorgeous; and some that lack sophistication. For the first half and hour, Annabelle did not find anything that impressed her, or even roused her interest, until she