My Killing President

Chapter 46 Confidence

There was a moment of silence and Annabelle gave him a jaw-dropping expression…

“WHAT!?”

“As Yun Rui’s representing designer, shouldn’t you tag along?” Mu lilted with a raised eyebrow.

Well that does make sense…

“Ok, sure…” Annabelle nodded.

Annabelle was still unnerved from the close call just now. Just a few more seconds and Mu could’ve

seen it. It was her guilty conscience that made her felt as if she was walking on tight ropes, frightful at

every tiniest sign and detail.

She was overly anxious to not raise his suspicion.

She had her CV in Yun Rui in which she declared Unmarried. However she reckoned Mu did not review

it because it was sitting in the HR department the whole time.

“What were you thinking?”

Annabelle refocused her vision and saw Mu staring wackily at her.

“It’s… it’s nothing!”

“Let’s go then.”

Annabelle nodded in acknowledgement and followed after him obediently.

In the VIP lounge.

As Mu entered the room, he immediately changed to a bright and cheerful amico, “Hey Nischae! So

sorry to keep you waiting!”

“That’s alright, I got to taste this heavenly coffee from Mr. Mu! Worth every minute!” Nischae cheered.

“Nischae, this is the candidate I mentioned,” Mu smiled, “And Annabelle, this is SRD’s person in

charge, Mr. Nischae!”

Annabelle stepped up and greeted him immaculately, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nischae!”

Nischae had a lush, mother lode-gold hair he groomed so carefully. His mariner-blue eyes were orb

round and gleaming with passion and triumph. He had a bass voice and laden scent. A pretty standard

Italian man.

Nischae shook her hand impassionedly, his eyes twinkled with keen as he sized her up, “Miss Xia, you NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

look sensational!”

“Thank you for your kind words!” Annabelle bubbled with dazzling confidence. She was familiar with the

western culture that does not appreciate meaningless humility.

The difference was striking with Annabelle who had sufficient exposure overseas, Mu was pleasantly

pleased.

“Alright, let us proceed with the competition briefings and rules! Shall we?” Mu chimed in and gestured

everyone to sit.

Although Annabelle was clueless, she instinctively felt a sense of security with Mu by her side.

The three of them spent about half an hour to get all the terms and conditions properly communicated.

And Nischae just grew more and more fond of Annabelle. He admired her quick-mindedness and

enjoyed her disposition of subtle but distinctive intelligence.

“Miss Xia, you are young and promising! I can tell you are full of thoughts and ideas!” Nischae

exclaimed.

“Well, as the famous Italian writer Voltaire says, no problem can withstand the assault of sustained

thinking!” Annabelle giggled heartily, and Nischae was made very jocular of her too.

Mu was very well contended with Annabelle’s presentation. Judging from the adoration from Nischae

towards her, it was likely that she will be in an advantageous spot in the competition.

“Miss Xia, I noticed it’s written here that you were divorced. If it wasn’t for this, I couldn’t even have

imagined you were married!” Nischae stammered.

All of a sudden, the room hit freezing point.

Annabelle froze.

Mu froze.

A divorce?

Annabelle was divorced!?

His pupil dilated in disbelief and he instantaneously turned towards Annabelle.

Annabelle was sitting in raw nerves and she could feel cold sweat from her palm. She looked away

rigidly and petrified as she could feel an unfriendly stare needling her from behind…