My Killing President

Chapter 27 Tasteless

Mr. He’s smile widened from ear to ear, showing his cigarette-tarred teeth, he was pleased with her

attitude. He gently tapped on the empty seat right next to him and signaled her over.

“Sit.”

Annabelle silently drew a breath and steeled her mind. She sat down in poise.

Mr. He leered greedily at Annabelle, and turned his gaze towards San. San immediately picked up his

intention, bowed and left the room.

Their gesture was transparent to Annabelle. When the room was left with the two alone, Annabelle felt

an air of nervousness. She uncomfortably shifted her limbs and crossed her legs.

After all, she was there alone with none other than the notorious Mr. He!

She tried her best to be calm and collected. With an indifferent tone, she initiated, “Mr. He, regarding

the contract, our company…”

“What is your name?” Mr. He abruptly interrupted, completing ignoring her attempt to make things

formal.

Annabelle was startled, but she comely replied, “Annabelle.”

“Annabelle…” Mr. He looked musingly at Annabelle, sucked on his lips and said, “What a nice name, I

like it.”

His compliment did not cheer Annabelle, she smiled back politely and resumed her sentence, “Mr. He,

regarding the contract, I think we…”

“Do you know? You resemble someone I know…” Annabelle was again, interrupted. Since there was

no chance for her to voice out, she just sat back listened to him attentively.

Mr. He continued to stare intensely at Annabelle with his flint eyes, and they were dark and cupped by

fleshy pouches. His serious stare made Annabelle withdrew instinctively. She looked back with her

tranquil eyes but her body language suggested much discomfort.

“You resemble a woman I loved dearly. She was my first love… If it wasn’t for your age, I would’ve

mistaken you for her!” Mr. He said full heartedly.

However, his endeavour did not convince Annabelle one bit. She merely saw it as a loathsome attempt.

What more, such a cheezy line… He must be ignorant with TV dramas nowadays…

It seemed that his disreputable rumours were true.

But his know-how was simply pathetic.

Annabelle remained awkwardly seated, but her brain was constantly racking for solutions. She gave a

shot to curve a smile and said, “I think Mr. He is a rational man.”

The underlying meaning was that, should he try anything inappropriate, then he would not be thinking

straight.

Annabelle’s straight-forwardness brought a pause to Mr. He. He silently and unhurriedly took a good

look at Annabelle. And Annabelle continued to remain seated composedly, receiving his inappropriate This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

stare, like how a tiger watched a bunny.

After a short while, Mr. He broke into a strange, wheezing laughter. With a hoarse voice he said, “Are

you not scared of me?”

“Sir you must be joking. Why would I be scared of you?” Annabelle replied indifferently.

“There are some rumours about me… that I believe you must’ve been familiar.” He asked. He was

positive that Annabelle came fully prepared.

“Well sir, like you said it’s just rumours. Why should I believe them?” She replied innocently.

Looking at how Annabelle responded, Mr. He laughed unnaturally, and his body unnoticeably inched

closer to her.

Is she naïve, or is she simply fearless?