My Killing President

Chapter 53 Cross-fire

Unbelievably enough, during the exact wrong time, wrong place, a wrong person saw this scene…

“Alistair… what are you doing?” A feminine voice emitted from behind.

Annabelle and Mu simultaneously turned their heads and saw Yoi stood right in front, with misty eyes

like that of a hurt puppy.

In split second, Annabelle struggled off Mu’s arms. Her action was even more suspicious and

suggestive in Yoi’s eyes.

Why are they so intimately together!?

She was simmering in extreme jealousy and hatred.

Sigh, and she saw it not a second earlier or late, they say coincidence is Karma’s way of staying

anonymous. Did I murder a kitten or something?

Annabelle cried out loud in bafflement inside.

She completely gave up to even try to explain, sometimes things happened and it was too coincidental

to call it a coincidence… This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Mu was cool as a cucumber too. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I’m here to check out the jewellery exhibition. How about the two of you?” Yoi mumbled.

“We are also here for the same reason.”

“You…together?” Yoi quavered, she was trying her every effort to maintain composure. It was under

public eye and she had a reputation to care for.

“Yeah, she is our representing designer in SRD, so we came as a requisite.”

Is that so?

Is that really so?

Yoi was dubious. However as the words were coming out from Mu’s lips, she wouldn’t want to behave

like a psycho and go full bag of crazy interrogating him, She understood fully that it would only leave a

bad taste.

She swallowed her humiliation and rage and curved her lips upwards, “Oh I see… Miss Xia, we are in

public, you should be mindful of your etiquette.”

Her scorn did not offend Annabelle one bit. She even smiled light-heartedly and prattled, “Miss Han,

there is no need to be pretentious and poisonous. There is absolutely no reason for such resentment

and enmity between us, a man’s treasure is another man’s trash. What you valued highly may not be

so for others. Even if it’s a valuable good, I’m not interested in leftovers!”

She then turned to Mu and said, “Mr. Mu, I am done here. Wishing the two of you a delightful evening!

Bye bye.” And Annabelle sashayed off without even bothering to look at Yoi.

Annabelle’s words were like hitting two birds with one stone. No, more accurately, killing two flies in one

slap!

Yoi was bristling with anger, but she can only swallow them.

Looking at Mu’s face, it was like a thunderstorm brewing!

Is that woman implying I am a LEFTOVER!?

Don’t she forget, she is also the same!!

Mu was offended, and maybe even somewhat upset! He had never encountered a woman that ditches

him like that. His entire life he was used to being the centre of affection amongst them!

“What a boorish woman!” Yoi’s jeer brought Mu’s attention back to her.

He looked annoyed and said no words. Yoi came meekly and put her arms around him.

“Alistair, how come she became Yun Rui’s representing designer?”

Yoi’s coy tone just sounded like a pregnant clucking hen in Mu’s ear. He tried his best to suppress his

irritation and replied her, “She earned it!”