My Killing President

Is she naïve, or is she simply fearless?

“Miss Xia, you are pretty sharp-witted!” Mr. He dropped his act and said humourlessly.

Does she think that it makes a difference?

The change in atmosphere raised a red flag for Annabelle. Things did not seem to proceed as planned. What more, now Mr. He seemed to be getting bolder.

Annabelle continued her attempt to act indifferent. With a courteous smile, she said, “Mr. He, why not we talk about work?”

“Miss Xia, you must be thirsty. Come, let me pour you a drink!” Mr. He handed her a glass of wine and raised his cup.

“Mr. He, I don’t drink.” Annabelle rejected, her eyebrow furrowed faintly.

Mr. He’s expression hardened and his eyes got cold, with a merciless tone he said, “Miss Xia, are you joking with me? You want to talk about business but rejects to drink, OR perhaps are you looking down on me?!” His words were uncompromising, leaving Annabelle in a tight spot.

If she still wishes to continue with her objective, then she got no other way but to yield.

one drink,” Annabelle stretched out her hand and accepted the full Bordeux glass of red wine, she continued, “After that, Mr. He, let’s

He did not respond, his predatory

since there was no other way around it, Annabelle lifted the glass to her lips. Upon the icy-cold contact, the red wine fazed her with a hint of unnatural texture, but she ignored it and slowly gulped down the whole

actually well-versed with her drinks. After all,

with Mr. He can be potentially suggestive and dicey. She gave a

Annabelle said slowly and took

completely ignored her and exclaimed, “Miss

she shifted the documents

drink more!” Mr. He suggested, and he seemed to be in a euphoric

displease, “Mr. He, let

Drink first,

be drunk after

Mr. He blatantly said, showing no intention for a business

ill-intention, and she too, tried to be more assertive, “Mr. He,