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.