My Killing President

Chapter 8 Enmity

After Yoi left, Annabelle’s heart was sunk with nerves but she tried her best to appear composed. Mu

sat solemnly on his leather swivel chair. His suit was a midnight black, unbuttoned and his rippling

muscles suggested good health. Handsome was an understatement, he was bewitching and breath-

taking.

It was unthinkable that the two would meet again in this manner after two years.

Alistair read Annabelle’s personal file with care and paused at her name and picture.

“Annabelle? From London?” he raised his eyes and looked intently at her.

“Yes sir.” Annabelle replied with confidence. However, her heart was pounding and her brain was

overloaded. Fear and regret were building like a snowball in her stomach, why didn’t she do a proper

background check on Yun Rui before committing!? She hand-picked the devil!

“The CV is not too bad,” Alistair commented, unimpressed.

Not too bad? What in the world do you see on that resume that says, ‘NOT TOO BAD’ ?!

Annabelle was ticked off, “My skillsets in the workplace are even stronger than my resume shows I

feel.”

Alistair eyebrow rose in attentiveness and he barely hid a flash of amusement in his eyes, “Well it

seems that Miss Annabelle has outstanding abilities.”

“If I was anything but outstanding, I don’t think I would be standing here.”

Speaking to Alistair after two years felt completely disorientating. By looking at his face, one would not

be able to guess his thoughts or observe any hint of emotions at all.

Alistair continued to fix his eyes on her with keen interests. It was a first for him to encounter a woman

like this. She didn’t use the predictable flattering, she did not go out of her way to impress and nor had

she appeared to be an egoistic person. However, something was just a little off about her behavior.

“True, it is important to be capable at work. But I think having a commendable character is more

crucial.”

Annabelle’s furrowed her brows faintly. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Mr. Mu, are you suggesting that I was actually eavesdropping just now?”

Alistair did not answer. He reclined lazily and met with her serious gaze. His answer was obvious.

“Mr. Mu, let me make things clear. I came up to report duty to you, the rest was mere coincidence.”

Annabelle spoke with firmness, and she put on her dutiful smile.

“You could’ve knocked.” Mu responded antagonistically.

“I decided not to. I reckoned getting interrupted when you were ‘busy’ will not be a pleasant experience

for both of us, so I chose to take off immediately. It was bad timing that the door opened before I could

leave. Do you think I should take the blame?” Annabelle said confrontationally.

After two years, not only had his salacious habit remained unchanged, he had actually become worse.

Alistair caught a hint of anger in her voice.

“Are you disrespecting me?” He asked, biting word by word.

“Respect is earned sir, not given.” Annabelle replied indifferently.

“And now you are lecturing me?!”