My Killing President

Chapter 13 Provocation

“Do you think a simple SORRY would suffice? Do you know how much this (dress) cost!? You’ve ruined

my day!” Yoi continued to make a fuss and she was simmering in anger.

What a spoiled and bratty woman!

Dorie was not a guileless person either, she would feel no burden letting the lady have a taste of her

own medicine. She faked a mannered smile and said, “Miss, I have given you my sincerest apology, is

there anything else you need?”

“APOLOGY?! Your apology is practically useless! Do you know you’ve RUINED my day!?” Yoi

continued to squeal and wail.

Dorie eyed her as though her bull-shit-meter was ticking at the red zone,

“Cool, if it’s useless then forget about it!”

And her reply made Yoi almost chocked with anger. Just when she was about to explode, she noticed

another lady beside Dorie.

Annabelle!

She was still marinated in resentment towards Annabelle due to the afternoon episode. And now they

meet again.

The flames of rage licked through her once more…

“YOU AGAIN!”

Annabelle stepped forward unwillingly, she tried to be polite and said, “Miss Han, my friend here really

did not mean…”

“Do you think apologizing will help? I reckon the two of you were deliberately trying to cause trouble!”

Yoi interrupted.

Annabelle frowned distastefully at her rudeness. But before she could say anything, another person

appeared by the doorway and walked towards Yoi.

It was none other than Alistair!

Annabelle’s stomach instantly dropped in dismay. She avoided eye contact and went stone-faced.

Dorie stared at Mu with an exaggerated jaw-drop as if next thing her tongue would roll out like a red

carpet. She then turned her stiffened neck back and looked at Annabelle worriedly.

However Annabelle appeared to be calm as sea, showing no sign of care. And that left Dorie

wonderstruck.

Whoa… girl you’re so hardboiled!

Mu paid no attention to Dorie and all his attentiveness was caught by Annabelle.

Why does she seem to shun me so much?

Mu felt a mood of mischief under his collar, the more she wanted to avoid him, the more he wanted to

mess with her.

“What happened?” Mu asked Yoi gently.

And once she heard Mu’s voice, it was as if her personality changed. She pursed her lips and held his

arms dallyingly, “Alistair, look at how they dirtied my favourite dress from you. I cherished it so much

and only wear it during important days…”

That pouting face and kittenish tone gave Dorie goosebumps.

“Oh really?” Mu redirected his gaze on Annabelle, expecting a response.

Annabelle however, still remained cool as a cucumber and kept her silence.

“Miss Han, We had apologized, what else do you want from us?” Dorie asked.

Yoi kept quiet but put up a discontented face.

Annabelle stepped in reluctantly thereafter, “Miss Han, why not we do it this way; you tell us the price of

your dress and we compensate you.”

Yoi leered at her and answered, “This is a treasured gift from Alistair, how can it be compensated with

money?”

Wow! Is being a cat’s arse a profession or she was just gifted?

“What do you want then?!” Dorie’s tone suggested that she completely lost her patience. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

And Yoi’s glance went past Dorie and fixed on Annabelle…