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My Killing President novel Chapter 7

Annabelle tensed in panic and turned away to leave.

“Who are you? And why are you standing here?” A hostile and booming voice came from inside.

Annabelle knew she must now give them a satisfying explanation, otherwise it would just spell trouble. She lifted her eyes and hid her uneasiness, with a modulated tone, she explained, “I am the new…”

Just before she could finish her sentence, she received her second trauma of the day.

It was Alistair!

What in the world is he doing here!?

Annabelle’s mind went blank and her jaw dropped comically, like the genie from Aladdin.

He is the president of Yun Rui?!

How in the world is this even possible!

And at that moment, countless thoughts raced through her mind. Every single cell in body yelled ‘RUN!’, but her feet were heavy as lead, as if it was rooted in the ground.

After a few years, Alistair looked more mature and even closer to perfection. He seemed to be molded from clay by one of the great artists of the past. His basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke to his great strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power and always moved with purpose and authority. Perhaps, his only blemish was that his stare was cold as ice and his eyebrows were also pointed up like he was perpetually angry.

Alistair observed the stranger from head to toe. Not a beauty in the classical way, no flowing golden curls nor temperament like a catwalk model, but in her ordinariness, she was mysteriously attractive. Something radiated from her that made her pleasing. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes, her tranquil eyes stared at him and a set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she left her mouth wide open…

Wait a second…Why is her mouth wide open?

And the way she looks at me is rather… peculiar. Does she know me?”

However, Alistair could not remember.

“You have yet to answer me,” Alistair asked again, intimidatingly this time.

His enchanting voice brought Annabelle back to her senses, “Umm… I am…”

“Were you eavesdropping on us?” The lady beside him strutted forward, presumably the aforementioned Yoi Han.

The plight of pretty women.

Yoi displayed an obvious hostility towards Annabelle. She blamed Annabelle for interrupting her attempts to get Alistair under her control.

Annabelle frowned at Yoi’s rudeness, “I am the new designer, Annabelle. Reporting for duty.” Annabelle answered impeccably, clear and concise.

“Xia… Annabelle?” Alistair lightly repeated after her, while his eyes scanning with a mixture of interests and incomprehension.

When Alistair mentioned her name, Annabelle could feel as if her heart was in her mouth. She couldn’t move a muscle and her hands started to sweat.

When it rains, it pours. How unthinkable that the famed president of Yun Rui Corp was HIM!

If she only knew, she would NEVER have considered working here!

“Come inside,” Alistair instructed.

“Alistair…” Yoi called out sweetly.

“Yoi, you should leave. I have work and I will find you after I am done.” Alistair told her off with authority.

“Okay~ I’ll wait for you tonight!” Yoi answered meekly. She knew how to behave when her man got serious. She has spent sufficient time with him to learn that he takes great care in his workplace.

“Ok.” Mu replied.

As the two ladies crossed paths, Yoi threw her a warning glare.

Finally, Annabella and Allistar were the only two left in the room.

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