My Killing President

After the exhibition, Annabelle deliberately avoided Mu.

However the more she attempted to distance herself, the more it piqued Mu and he closed the distance.

How dare this woman say that I’m a leftover?

She herself said that we are the same! Ergo she doesn’t have a right to think that way!

Mu was able to console himself thinking like this.

Now Annabelle was focusing all her mind and might into designing. She was patiently assimilating the philosophy of subsuming a story into her work. She aspired to create a masterpiece that can resonate timelessly!

After a long day, she was unfruitful and decided to take a coffee break. Concurrently, she received a call from Ralphy and it cheered her off her moodiness.

“Hey bro!” Annabelle bubbled gleefully.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Ralphy’s soft, bassy voice emitted from the phone.

“Working~”

“I heard you are the representing Yun Rui and taking part in the SRD competition, congrats!”

“Teehee, how did you know about that?”

bird told me

your lovely little bird

COURSE NOT. I saw you together with Mu during the

“I see~”

tonight? Let’s celebrate,

course I am, let’s ask Dorie along too!”

“Whatever, as long

talk to her, I’m too busy

“Ok.”

“See you tonight!”

“See you!”

out the office pantry. Right before she could savour her fresh brewed coffee, she was interrupted by Mu’s secretary, “Miss Xia you’re here! Mr. Mu has been looking for you, please

“Noted, thank you!”

“You’re most welcome.”

herself to his

*knock knock*

you looking for

chamomile to Mu and it calmed his restlessness. He looked

for now,” She shrugged truthfully. If it were any other personnel, they

western cultures had influenced her frame of thoughts and

materials at all just