My Killing President novel Chapter 542

Annabelle stood there and became the spotlight in the room.

A white dress, a tasteful make up and a joyous smile on the face…

Everyone looked at the woman, with eyes of admiration or even jealousy.

That included Ralphy. The man had a grim expression. He gripped his fist tightly and there were even green veins bulging. The man was trying to suppress something from erupting within him.

Annabelle looked at Alistair. She was unexpecting and completely overwhelmed.

It was beyond her wildest dream that Alistair would propose to her in such a grand event…

However, she must admit that the man had moved her.

She stood there and remained silent.

Alistair knelt down on one knee before her. As the man saw that she wasn't speaking after sometime, he frowned and asked again, "Will you marry me?"

Annabelle chuckled, "If you are willing to dance for me, then I will accept you!"

Dance?

Everyone was puzzled.

Alistair got up and looked at her, "How do you want to dance?"

"Not me, just you!"

Alistair was stunned. His eyebrows knitted closely as he stared at Annabelle. But Annabelle was laughing heartily, "Latin dance!"

Latin dance?

Alistair's face twitched and he stared at Annabelle while lowering his voice, "You are doing that on purpose, right!"

Annabelle chuckled and nodded, "Yeah!"

Alistair, "…"

Alistair had thought about every possibility but this!

It was truly difficult to get a good wife. However, for the sake of his happiness, Alistair decided to give his all!

"Okay!" He answered.

At that time, the music played in the back.