My Killing President

Annabelle couldn’t see her parents from the stage and she was completely unaware that Mu was speaking to them.

Mu walked closer to the stage. When Annabelle finally saw him, her restless heart felt a sense of security. However, as she saw clearly, she felt something was off… Mu’s eyes were shrouded with a layer of ice.

Annabelle was perplexed. Had she offended him somehow?

Or can it be because of Yoi again?

Anyway, now was not the time to be thinking about that. She intended to end her speech but before she could do that, Mu had already walked up the stage.

Annabelle was bewildered because that was not going according to plan. She quick wittedly spoke through the microphone, “Let us continue to hear from Mr. Mu!”

Mu walked pass Annabelle and his eyes was gleaming with a fierce menace.

“There’s nothing that I would like to add on. Let us once again thank Miss Xia for winning this prize for our company!”

Annabelle stood beside him heedfully. She felt the way Mu looked at her was rather odd, or maybe she was just overthinking…

During that time, the host came along, “Next, let us invite Mr. Mu to award this prize to Miss Xia!”

There was an award

over a giant dummy cheque from the host.

cheque over with one hand and gestured to shake her hand with

realised that the winner had a prize money of

smiled joyously and

mic and spoke, “Thank you all for coming and please enjoy the rest of the party! Your being here today means much more than I could ever

walked down the

business parties were

on with their own things; chit-chatting, eat and

Annabelle walked down the stage, an

someone yelled, “Mr. Mu! Dance with

“May the

Annabelle lowered her food.

Is this a prank…?

the other side, Mu thought it was a

Annabelle and did a gentlemanly invitation, “Miss Xia, can I ask you for

“I…”

Dance! Dance! Dance!