My Killing President

Is she naïve, or is she simply fearless?

"Miss Xia, you are pretty sharp-witted!" Mr. He dropped his act and said humourlessly.

Does she think that it makes a difference?

The change in atmosphere raised a red flag for Annabelle. Things did not seem to proceed as planned. What more, now Mr. He seemed to be getting bolder.

Annabelle continued her attempt to act indifferent. With a courteous smile, she said, "Mr. He, why not we talk about work?"

"Miss Xia, you must be thirsty. Come, let me pour you a drink!" Mr. He handed her a glass of wine and raised his cup.

"Mr. He, I don't drink." Annabelle rejected, her eyebrow furrowed faintly.

Mr. He's expression hardened and his eyes got cold, with a merciless tone he said, "Miss Xia, are you joking with me? You want to talk about business but rejects to drink, OR perhaps are you looking down on me?!" His words were uncompromising, leaving Annabelle in a tight spot.

If she still wishes to continue with her objective, then she got no other way but to yield.

"Alright Mr. He, but let me just take one drink," Annabelle stretched out her hand and accepted the full Bordeux glass of red wine, she continued, "After that, Mr. He, let's discuss about the contract!" Mr. He did not respond, his predatory eyes stare intently at Annabelle, waiting.

And since there was no other way around it, Annabelle lifted the glass to her lips. Upon the icy-cold contact, the red wine fazed her with a hint of unnatural texture, but she ignored it and slowly gulped down the whole glass.

Truth was, Annabelle was actually well-versed with her drinks. After all, she had been a regular wine aficionado back in London!

She pretended to be a non-drinker because drinking with Mr. He can be potentially suggestive and dicey. She gave a few uncomfortable cough and knitted her eyebrows tightly to convince her lack of experience.

"Mr. He, shall we?" Annabelle said slowly and took out the contract.

However, Mr. He still completely ignored her and exclaimed, "Miss Xia, good one!"

Annabelle smiled back, she shifted the documents slightly forward to hint.

"Come, let's drink more!" Mr. He suggested, and he seemed to be in a euphoric state now.

This time Annabelle frowned in displease, "Mr. He, let us discuss about work matters first!"

"Why the hurry? Drink first, then we'll talk!" He replied.

"I'm afraid I'll be drunk after that!" Annabelle told him assuredly.

"If that's the case then we can talk another time." Mr. He blatantly said, showing no intention for a business talk.

Annabelle caught on his ill-intention, and she too, tried to be more assertive, “Mr. He, this assignment is very important to me."

"Then you should know, to get your job done, you must give me something in exchange too..." He replied in a low voice, and his breathing got heavier.

Annabelle was feeling a lethargy in her eyes, and she suddenly noticed that Mr. He was drawing closer!

"What... What are you doing!?" She cried out in alarm.

"Come on, you should know already..." Mr. He said raunchily, licking his thick dark lips and his hands drew closer under the table.

Annabelle wanted to move back, but the sudden movement made her queasy. She was feeling a heavy-headedness as if the world was spinning.

And Mr. He continued to giggle in euphoria, "I will be gentle, you look just like my first woman..."

Suddenly, an idea flashed through and Annabelle quick-wittedly yelled, "Mr. He, you better think it through!"

Mr. He was puzzled, he stopped his movements and asked, "What do you mean?"

Annabelle raised her arm, pointed to her watch and said intimidatingly, "You only have 10 minutes!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐