My Killing President

"I think this necklace must have a deeper, hidden meaning behind!" Annabelle articulated in confidence.

When it came to art, it was as if Annabelle brightened up and gleamed with lustrous charm. Mu's eyes sparkled with her reflection and he nodded in agreement, "Yes, I think so too."

Whist they were talking, a man noticed from afar and approached them. It was Nischae. He smiled affectionately and said, "Miss Xia, you truly have excellent perception! This is the title-holder for last year's competition!"

Both Mu and Annabelle turned back and greeted him. Annabelle was a little surprised, and she conferred, "I like this design, it feels as if there's a story behind it!"

When it came to her expertise Annabelle became chatty. Her voice was pleasant and gentle like a mother's murmur and her audience were comfortably captivated. And Nischae's adoration for her grew even

more.

"You are absolutely right! I have always believed that only a design with story can invoke resonance!" Nischae expressed.

Annabelle nodded and looked down on her nose. It was a sudden revelation for her.

"Miss Xia, I believe you will produce an art on par to this. Looking forward to your good work!" Nischae encouraged earnestly.

"Thank you for the kind words Nischae. I'll definitely try my best!"

Mu was left aside like a bystander and he did not find Nischae's keenness towards Annabelle too comfortable. He stepped up and interjected with a handshake, "Mr. Nischae, we truly thank you for your suppor for Yun Rui!"

Nischae was momentarily dazed but he quickly responded manneredly.

Simultaneously, someone was also calling for him. He shrugged and told them, "Mr. Mu, Miss Xia please enjoy yourselves and have a pleasant evening. Seems like the devil's calling!" "Ok!" Annabelle smiled vivaciously.

Mu nodded and put on his socialite-mask.

As Nischae left, the two were left with mild awkwardness.

"Do you already have something in mind or the coming competition?" Mu asked.

"Nothing at all," She confided.

"There's no need to feel pressured even though you are representing Yun Rui. Relax and just do your best!"

Annabelle jerked her head towards him. Her eyebrows arched high and looked at him with unblinking eyes.

Did he hurt his head or something?

"Don't worry. I can manage it." Annabelle affirmed. She had substantial experiences during her few years abroad, her performance will not be affected by stress or nervousness. Looking at how poised she was, Mu was pleased, "Good."

Their attention was focused on the artworks and while they were speaking, they didn't notice another couple was ambling closely. A large sized woman ended up bumping on Annabelle and she tripped on her heels.

Mu was in the perfect spot and he reflexively held and secured her by the waist.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?" The woman quickly apologized.

"No worries, I'm fine!" Annabelle replied chummily with a smile. But as she turned her head and realized she was in Mu's embrace, her mind went blank and did not separate herself immediately.

Mu too, did not let go of his arms. There was an air of awkwardness but also a conflicting snugness between them.

Unbelievably enough, during the exact wrong time, wrong place, a wrong person saw this scene...