Mr. He’s smile widened from ear to ear, showing his cigarette-tarred teeth, he was pleased with her attitude. He gently tapped on the empty seat right next to him and signaled her over.
“Sit.”
Annabelle silently drew a breath and steeled her mind. She sat down in poise.
Mr. He leered greedily at Annabelle, and turned his gaze towards San. San immediately picked up his intention, bowed and left the room.
Their gesture was transparent to Annabelle. When the room was left with the two alone, Annabelle felt an air of nervousness. She uncomfortably shifted her limbs and crossed her legs.
After all, she was there alone with none other than the notorious Mr. He!
She tried her best to be calm and collected. With an indifferent tone, she initiated, “Mr. He, regarding the contract, our company…”
“What is your name?” Mr. He abruptly interrupted, completing ignoring her attempt to make things formal.
Annabelle was startled, but she comely replied, “Annabelle.”
“Annabelle…” Mr. He looked musingly at Annabelle, sucked on his lips and said, “What a nice name, I like it.”
His compliment did not cheer Annabelle, she smiled back politely and resumed her sentence, “Mr. He, regarding the contract, I think we…”
“Do you know? You resemble someone I know…” Annabelle was again, interrupted. Since there was no chance for her to voice out, she just sat back listened to him attentively.
Mr. He continued to stare intensely at Annabelle with his flint eyes, and they were dark and cupped by fleshy pouches. His serious stare made Annabelle withdrew instinctively. She looked back with her tranquil eyes but her body language suggested much discomfort.
“You resemble a woman I loved dearly.
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