My Killing President

Chapter 29 Accomplished

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

Mr. He’s brown, cloudy eyes showed confusion, he knitted his eyebrow and asked, “What do you

mean?”

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you!” Annabelle hurriedly replied. Her senses were getting cloudier by the time.

Mr. He’s eye widened instantaneously in shock!

“What have you done!? ARE U CRAZY!?” He raised his voice in panic.

It was common knowledge that Mr. He was a crude man. However, only very little knew that he was a

hen-pecked man too! He was so fearful of his wife because a great deal of his business success

depended on her.

Annabelle knew this because of his company’s worker. She overheard this crucial news during her last

visit.

“Mr. He. All I want is to get this contract signed. Frankly speaking, this is a win-win deal for both you

and Yun Rui!” Annabelle said assertively. Her eyes gleamed with uncompromising dominance and wits.

The sudden change of events got Mr. He worked up. A rapid red flushed through his neck and to his

face, and his face looked frightening with bluish veins and dark from constricted blood flow.

“ARE YOU THREATENING ME!?” He growled.

“You left me no choice!” Annabelle replied unyieldingly as well.

“You little…!”

Annabelle waved her wrist and signalled the watch, “8 minutes left!”

Mr. He glared at Annabelle like an angry beast, “Do you think you will leave unscathed when she

comes? Your reputation will also be ruined!” he said scornfully.

However, not only was Annabelle undisturbed, a victorious smile rose on her face, “Regrettably I have

been recording our conversation. Even if that didn’t work out, I wouldn’t have hard feelings. After all,

what awaits me will be nothing compared to you, Mr. He!”

Seemed to him that Annabelle had it all carefully planned out!

Mr. He felt humiliated, he clenched his fists firmly and bluish veins were popping on his forehead.

“Mr. He, 6 more minutes,” Annabelle jogged his mind, “I will leave immediately after you signed, and

your wife will know nothing!” She said cogently and slid the contract in front him together with a pen.

Mr. He did not think for long, he knew every minute counts and, what if his wife decided to come

earlier!? He would be in serious trouble if he got caught red-handed!

He picked up the pen and signed off the papers furiously, producing a sharp pen-scratched sound. He

was so consumed by rage he did not even review the contract. After that, he slammed the pen on the

table and turned his face away, breathing heavily through his nose.

Annabelle carefully resealed the contract and put it in her bag. She stood up, bowed genuinely to him

and said, “Mr. He, I’m so sorry for this!”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” he growled like an angry mob and bottomed-up his own glass of wine.

And Annabelle hurriedly took off.

How fortunate!

Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Alistair sat restlessly in his car. He was lost in thoughts and instinctively

drove to this place. His eyebrows knitted in burden thinking of the conversation earlier today.

Finally, he convinced himself to enter the hotel and made inquiries at the receptionist. Upon learning

their room number, he quickened his pace to room 103.

Just when he was about to push the door, it was pulled from inside and a petite figure rushed out

hurriedly, bumping face to chest on him.