Why do I keep feeling that everything he does was so suspicious and questionable?
Well, since the big bad boss said so, Annabelle was more than happy to oblige and she went to bed right after ending their call.
On the other side, Mu was alone in his car. The repetitive flashing by of headlights shone shadows on his curled lips. He seemed to be in a fine mood.
Mu had just sent Yoi home, despite her eager hinting and passionate attempts to spend the night with him. His mind was not with him and he was deeply disturbed.
What was the relationship between Annabelle and Ralphy?
Are they really seeing each other?
Mu’s eyebrow knitted in an undecided irk when he recalled the way Ralphy looked at Annabelle.
This woman really has a lame taste in men!
Next morning.
When Annabelle reached office, her colleague hurriedly informed her that Mu had called her in.
Annabelle intuitively puckered her face in rejection. But she really didn’t have much choice with Mu being her employer.
Annabelle came to his office and knocked on the door reluctantly, “Mr. Mu, you sent for me?”
“Come on in.”
Annabelle nodded and entered the room, but with a tightness to it.
“What’s the matter?” She asked.
“Progressing with the design?”
“…I thought you said there’s time?”
“Yeah, no rush. How about the registration form? Have you filled it?” Mu was oddly formal with her today.
Registration form?!
Her pupils instantly dilated.
The SRD Competition!!
“No…Not yet!” Annabelle gulped.
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