My Killing President

Be it the lions’ den, she would valiantly take up the conquest!

As she entered the Yuan Shi building, she went straight to the receptionist and inquired, “Good morning, may I know if Mr. He is in?”

“Good morning, can I ask if you have an appointment with him?” The receptionist replied, but her gaze was teeming with an unnatural hint of pity.

After Covi’s extensive introduction and some self-study, Annabelle can fully comprehend the meaning behind her mild response.

But Annabelle was unbothered. She came fully prepared and more importantly, she came to win!

“I am afraid I don’t have an appointment,” Annabelle explained and smiled politely, “However, I am a designer from Yun Rui Corporation and I would like to have a chat with Mr. He regarding some business urgencies. Can I trouble you to inform him?”

“My apologies, according to the company’s policy I can’t do that…”

and a stern expression. His large head was grey, perhaps even a little oily. His clothing was of rich stuff,

coldly, and his eyes were

to find out and

pleasantly and delightfully, “Is this

way she carried herself was a perfect balance of languid and

people (woman) would either try too hard or talk pretentiously, but Annabelle gave

from the side of his eyes, and he glanced over

Even if Mr. He’s gaze were ping-ponging between the documents and

and told her coldly, “I need to leave

all due respect sir, may I ask when will you be free? I’ll come over again.” Annabelle