My Killing President novel Chapter 3

Two years after divorcing Alistair, she was in London.

“Congratulations on winning this award Miss Xia. Do you feel like saying something?” the host asked with a smile.

Annabelle wore a perfect light-yellow gown that day. Her long curly hair was falling round her shoulder. She lifted the delicate crystal trophy and curved her lips, “Yes I do. First of all I must thank my mentor and all my supporters. This award not only belongs to me, but also to all the people who support me, thank you!”

Her speech was calm and to the point.

The host continued, “As we know, this award is a great achievement and an acknowledgement of you hard work! What are your plans for the future?”

The question threw Annabelle off guard. She recollected herself and responded, “Actually, I have decided to return to my home country. I plan to work for the Yunrui Corporation.”

Her response threw the audience into a commotion.

The Yunrui Corporation was a rising star in the past two years. In merely one year after becoming a public listed company, it had unequalled results and had the potential to be one of the hot upcoming companies in the world, but its future was still up in the air. Annabelle could have her pick of jobs in London; why was she packing her bags and leaving all of that for a job in an upstart company that was still finding its feet.

Annabelle didn’t say anything more and left the stage.

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The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning, Annabelle was dragging her suitcase through the airport of her old hometown, wearing a pair of large sunglasses in an attempt to cover up her face. However, her slender figure and her outstandingly fine temperament still caught a lot of attention.

Annabelle took off her sunglasses and took a good look at her old hometown. A sense of nostalgia washed over her.

At last, after two long years, she was finally back!

Taking a breath, she went out with her suitcase.

She got the key to her rented house and moved straight in. It took her half a day to tidy up the place to her liking. She had become independent and headstrong after these two years.

Just as she finished tidying up the room, her phone rang. “Hey Annabelle, are you back?”

It was Dorie on the phone, a childhood friend of hers. Dorie was her best friend, a person she considered closer than a sister.

“Isn’t it convenient that I just finished packing and now you give me a call?” Annabelle rested on the sofa and tried to rest.

“Sorry my love, I was just got free.” Dorie said coyly.