My Killing President

Chapter 32 Deal

It never crossed his mind that Annabelle will actually take up the challenge, what more, so boldly. He

was convinced that she would definitely chicken out…

Annabelle stared intently at his eyes and the two were standing closely. Mu can see a serenity and

truthfulness in her eyes and he was robbed of words.

Seeing as Mu wouldn’t give a comeback, she continued, “Mission accomplished. I hope Mr. Mu will

honour your words to drop all charges against Dorie!”

“I will. And we shall continue this discussion tomorrow in office!”

And he turned around and left.

Discuss in office tomorrow?

Her assignment was completed and he ought to honour his part of the deal, immediately at that. What

are there to discuss? Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

By the time Annabelle shook off her confusion, Mu reappeared along with his ride.

His tinted window slid halfway, and his voice emitted from within.

“Get in!”

His bossy temperament did not go well with Annabelle. She replied impatiently, “For what?!”

“I am sending you home.”

…

Even Annabelle’s eyebrows were too confused to react. She looked curiously at Mu’s side-face, looked

up the sky, and looked back at him again.

Well, there isn’t a blue moon and there was no pig flying!

How odd!

“Umm that’s alright. I’ll get a cab.” She finally replied.

Mu turned to look at her with a furrowed frown. And Annabelle did not bulge a muscle. The two just

stared at each other with mixed feelings. Until finally, his car’s window slid back up and he drove away.

Annabelle was somehow annoyed too and she took a cab home.

It was already 1 o’clock when she reached home.

She can still feel her head pulsing from the hangover.

It had been a long day and Annabelle was completely exhausted. She fell sound asleep the moment

she entered the house and dropped herself on the couch.

The next morning.

*bzz bzz bzz*

Annabelle was in the middle of sleep when her phone vibrated. She dragged her hand around the

couch to hunt for her phone, and then slid on the screen to answer the call.

“Yes…?”

“Annabelle, did you strike a deal with Alistair?!” Out came Dorie’s high-strung voice.

Annabelle lifted her heavy eyelids, her mouth was dry and her body sore from sleeping with bad

posture.

“What happened?” Annabelle asked, still half asleep.

“He dropped all the charges!” Dorie replied, feeling a mixture of relief and stress.

Well, at least Alistair was a man worth his words.

“That’s great!”

“Did you do anything?” Dorie repeated anxiously.

“Not really, I just finished the task he gave me. It’s surprising that he kept his words!” Annabelle replied.

Upon hearing Annabelle’s explanation Dorie finally breathed a sigh of relief. She has been feeling very

guilt-burdened and stressed out with her case.

“Annabelle darling I love you! Thank you so much!” She yelled in exhilaration.

Annabelle smiled contently. She could feel her dancing and jumping around through the phone.

“Stop being cheezy so early in the morning!” Annabelle laughed heartily, and she lifted her phone

temporarily to check on the time.

Merlin’s Beard! SO LATE ALREADY!

“HEY Dorie, I gotta go, work!” And she bounced up the couch.

“Ah? Alright!” Dorie replied, but the call had already ended.

Annabelle used her maximum speed to wash up and get presentable, then hurried to office.

When she finally reached office, she was panting and sweaty. Just a few more minutes and she would

be late. And then, it slowly began to hit her like a wall…

I am resigning, why do I have to come on time!?