My Killing President

Song Jing was stunned when he heard Annabelle. He was shocked to know that Annabelle knew Alistair was over there.

Although he had troubled thoughts, he didn't ask further.

"Annabelle, trust me, this will not happen again!" Song Jing enunciated over the phone.

He was so assured that Annabelle felt weird. She didn't agree to that and asked back, "where are you now? Are you still outside?"

Song Jing was in his car. The man was calling her while driving around to look for her. Only until she picked up the phone, his heart rested.

"Yeah, I am still outside. But I'm going back right now!" Song Jing answered.

When Annabelle heard the man, she didn't suspect anything, "it's getting late now, rest earlier then. I'm tired and I will be going to bed soon!" Annabelle said.

"All right, rest well!" Song Jing said over the phone.

"Yeah, then I'll hang up now, good night!" Annabelle said.

"Annabelle…" Song Jing called out to her suddenly.

hang up, she was

realized that the timing isn't right. He

"Good night, bye bye!"

"bye!"

up the call, Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief. She threw her phone aside and went to take

What a rough night!

had long

On the other side.

stared at his phone for

on, the man was in a bad

Annabelle differently, but he hadn't

thought about that, his eyebrows knitted closely

that encouraged him as

out his phone and called the number, "Mike, help me publish a

hanging up the call, Song Jing's expression

in the morning. Just right. She got up to take

day. As expected, Jerry Kuang did not lie to her. The scandal from yesterday was

was an even