My Killing President
Chapter 411 Jealous 3

Annabelle answered the man and hung up the call.

As Alistair was hearing their conversation, he smirked confidently as if he had long known how things would've turned out.

"How was it? Was I right?"

"Yes, president Mu is like a fortuneteller!"

"Hurry and get in then!"

Annabelle simply chuckled, "There's no need for that, president Mu, I can get back myself!"

After that, the woman waved at him and said, "President Mu, see you tomorrow!"

"Annabelle!!" When Alistair saw her response, he couldn't help but yelled from his car.

Annabelle turned her head over and stared at the man, "Yes?"

"You have two choices: one, you get in the car yourself. Two, I get down the car and get you inside!" Alistair said overbearingly. He stared at her and his expression was suggesting that he was dead serious. Annabelle frowned and glared at him furiously.

She believed that Alistair would definitely do what he said.

The woman had no other choice and got in the car helplessly.

"If you were born in ancient times, you would definitely be a fascist!"

When Alistair saw that she entered obediently, he smirked, "If I'm really a fascist, you would have become my woman already!"

The woman decided to end the topic right then right there!

The car was moving unhurriedly and Annabelle remained quiet. Alistair glanced over at the woman and his lips curled up.

It was better to do it more aggressively!

Because it had been proven that most of the time such forceful measures were most effective against Annabelle!

All those flowers, roses and tricks from Jack weren't helpful at all!

His own method worked best!

"Let's go for dinner?" Alistair raised an eyebrow and asked. "There's no need, just send me home." Annabelle answered. Regardless of her answer, Alistair did as he pleased.

He simply drove to a different direction away from her house.

"Alistair, I said I want to go home!" Annabelle protested unhappily. "Shush, don't speak. Otherwise I'll kiss you!"

And Annabelle kept quiet after that!

On the other side.

Rick received a call and went to the police station.

Half an hour later, Rick and Song Jing walked out from inside.

"President Song, how did that happen?" Rick asked. He hadn't understood why Song Jing would get into a rear-bump accident and got himself brought to the police station.

Although the man's president didn't have the best driving skills, he wasn't a bad driver either. Why would he bump on another car?

Song Jing sat in the car and bit his lips. The man had a grim expression. He could sense that something was wrong.

Although the accident was mild, the other party involved was determined to settle it in the police station. However, right after they reached the police station, he decided to let it go just like that. It wasn't natural.

As if someone arranged it in purpose.

However, without any concrete evidence, Song Jing wouldn't run his mouth.

He raised his eyes and looked at Rick, "How was it? Had Annabelle gone back home?"

When Rick heard that, he shook his head, "When I reached, I saw Alistair bringing her away. After that, I was worried about you and I came right away!"

After listening to that, Song Jing's eyebrows lowered and he sneered coldly.

Rick noticed something was odd as well and he said, "Sir, could it be Alistair...?"

"Bring the car, we are going back!" Song Jing fumed.

When Rick saw his expression, he didn't ask further and went to bring the car...0☐☐☐☐☐☐☐