My Killing President

"Mr. Mu, it's me."

Hearing this pleasant voice made Mu's heart skipped a beat. His lips curved in smugness and he replied, "... May I know who is this?"

Annabelle knew that over the phone, Alistair absolutely, undisputedly and unquestionably had recognized her voice. And then he was just enjoying being a jerk!

"Annabelle Xia!" She gritted her teeth in irritation.

And there was a long pause over the phone, Annabelle assumed that he was distracted by work or something else. Then he asked carefreely, "Oh hey it's you, the money's ready?"

Annabelle felt triggered. Whenever she spoke to him, she felt as if her blood pressure ran amok. She took in a deep breath, and tried her best attempt to speak calmly, "That is not why I called today." "Oh? Then may I know why are you calling?"

"It is about the car accident!"

Mu put down his pen and lazed back on his swivel chair. Suited in an elegant black once more and he looked exactly like a villian in some Bond's movie.

"Well well, what does it have to do with you?" He spoke with an enthralling charm.

"Mr. Mu, you should know that Dorie is my dear friend!" Annabelle restlessly said.

"And so what...?" He asked innocently.

"Can you please drop your charges? It was clearly an uncomplicated accident, why are you suing for intentional harm?" Annabelle replied.

Mu had a sly grin on his face, he pretended to get worked up and said, "Miss Xia, are you suggesting that I have wrongly accused her?"

"You should know best!" Annabelle almost yelled back.

Alistair must be doing this on purpose, and yet he was speaking so nonchalantly!

Mu was actually enjoying the moment. He tried his best not to sound shaky from swallowing all his laughter and be serious.

"Miss Xia, I must remind you to watch your words. How can you be sure that she wasn't intentional? You do remember last night we have had a bad time in the diner right? That explains her motive to hit me with her car. She was causing harm to me, and you want me to unhand her?"

So that's it, Alistair was really seeking his revenge! What a despicable man, he hasn't changed one bit all these years!

However, Annabelle was unsure what his ultimate goal was...

"She is my friend. I trust she won't do that!" Annabelle protested.

"Like you said, she is your friend, not mine."

"Alistair Mu! You are framing her!"

"Yeah then so what?"

Annabelle could no longer keep her cool and fury overcame her. But he was right, even if it was a false accusation, was there anything that she could've done?

"Not only that. I will make sure she gets prison time. You must know that I am at least capable of that, right?" Mu spoke gently. But his words were cold and menacing, playing right in the Bond villain character.

Fear hit Annabelle like a cold shower. She was absolutely certain that with his financial capabilities and familial connections, giving Dorie a legal trouble would be easy as pie.

She knew she must not stir up any anger from Mu anymore. She lowered her tone and asked bitterly, "Can you please tell me what you want?"

"Why do you say it as if I am up to no good?" Mu asked innocently.

"Well, aren't you?" She replied.

Otherwise you went through all the troubles and inconveniences just to kill boredom?

"Wow you know me so well!" Mu chuckled and there seemed to be deeper meaning to his words.

His reply gave Annabelle sudden chills. But she quickly shook her head, it must be that she was always overthinking whenever she faced him, there's no way he meant that...

"I believe Mr. Mu is someone who take calculated actions to achieve his objectives," Annabelle explained, also trying to avert the topic, "so tell me, what do you want from me?" Mu grinned victoriously, his bewitching eyes shone with gleam of mischief...

"Are you suggesting that you will agree to whatever I want?"

Annabelle's grip on the phone tightened. She didn't like the sound of that, scared even. His words sounded too wrong... and too intimate...000000