My Killing President

“Mr. Mu, it’s me.”

Hearing this pleasant voice made Mu’s heart skipped a beat. His lips curved in smugness and he replied, “…May I know who is this?”

Annabelle knew that over the phone, Alistair absolutely, undisputedly and unquestionably had recognized her voice. And then he was just enjoying being a jerk!

“Annabelle Xia!” She gritted her teeth in irritation.

And there was a long pause over the phone, Annabelle assumed that he was distracted by work or something else. Then he asked carefreely, “Oh hey it’s you, the money’s ready?”

Annabelle felt triggered. Whenever she spoke to him, she felt as if her blood pressure ran amok. She took in a deep breath, and tried her best attempt to speak calmly, “That is not why I called today.”

“Oh? Then may I know why are you calling?”

“It is about the car accident!”

Mu put down his pen and lazed back on his swivel chair. Suited in an elegant black once more and he looked exactly like a villian in some Bond’s movie.

“Well well, what does it have to do with you?” He spoke with an enthralling charm.

Dorie

He asked

your charges? It was clearly an uncomplicated accident, why are you suing for

grin on his face, he pretended to get worked up and said, “Miss Xia, are you suggesting that

should know best!” Annabelle almost yelled

be doing this on purpose, and yet he was

best not to sound shaky from swallowing all his laughter

had a bad time in the diner right? That explains her motive to hit me with her car. She was causing harm to me, and you want me to

What a despicable

was unsure what his

friend. I trust she won’t do

you said, she is your

Mu! You are framing her!”

“Yeah then so what?”

cool and fury overcame her. But he was right, even if it was a false accusation, was there

I will make sure she gets prison time. You must know that I am at least capable of that, right?” Mu spoke gently. But his words were cold and