My Killing President

Chapter 730 Search

When Jack looked at his expression, he was worried. What actually happened?

"Sir!"

Alistair Mu came back to his senses and he looked at Jack, "Hurry and help me to check this IP

address, hurry!"

"Huh? Oh okay, got it!" When Jack saw his solemn expression, he didn't dare to ask for another word

and went on to carry out his instruction.

Alistair Mu simply sat there and stared at his screen monitor. He looked at the ring in front of him and it

was labelled Priceless.

It was not for sale!

Alistair Mu just couldn't stop his body from trembling. After such a long time, he finally got news on her!

When he saw that the live chat was online, he tried to click on the button. Right that moment, there was

a notification and he clicked on it,

"Hello there, may I help you?"

All of the sudden, Alistair Mu didn't know what to say.

He placed his hand on the keyboard but didn't know what to say.

After a long while, he typed, "I want that pair of rings!"

After sending the message, he was waiting for a reply. But the few seconds felt like a long, long day.

Finally, he saw that the status of live chat was typing and he felt that his heart was raised to his throat.

"Sorry but the rings are not for sale!"

"Why?" Alistair Mu replied immediately.

The other party simply said,

"Because it is priceless!"

"I am willing to pay any price!"

"Sorry about that."

Although he didn't know who the person behind the live chat was, he could identify that it was

Annabelle Xia's tone!

And now, the man could almost guarantee that it was her!

As he thought about that, he didn't want to end the conversation so soon and he asked, "Are you the

one that designed those rings?"

After a long while, he finally got in his reply,

"Yes!"

When Alistair Mu still wanted to say something, there was another new text,

"Excuse me but I have something going on. If you need any purchase, you can make your orders with

self-help!"

After saying that, the live chat went off-line.

Alistair Mu's heart sunken as well.

At that very moment, he could be hundred percent sure that it was Annabelle Xia!

And now, the most important thing is to find out the address and he could finally find her!

The moment he thought about that, his heart was pounding rapidly. But at the same time, he didn't

know what to do.

The past year, whenever he heard any news about that, he would leave everything behind and went on

a journey to look for her. But it was a disappointment every single time…

But this time!

The man was so sure yet he couldn't help but doubted himself. He was so conflicted that he didn't

know how to describe his feelings.

He was so fearful and worried. If it wasn't her, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle the

disappointment again…

After sometime, Jack came into his office, "President Mu, I found it!"

"Where is the address?" Alistair Mu asked nervously.

"According to the IP address, it is in a small town in Provence, France!"

Provence, France?

So she had been there all these while?

Alistair Mu didn't waste a second and he hurriedly said, "Book me a ticket over there now, I will be

going there!"

"Right now?"

"Yes!! Right now!!"

When Jack was searching for the IP address, he browsed through the website. That ring was

completely identical with the one Alistair Mu wore.

And he knew that the ring was designed by Annabelle Xia.

Therefore, does that mean Annabelle Xia was the owner to this online shop?

The man didn't know and didn't dare to make such assumption!

However, it was also undoubtedly the most credible finding for the past year. Jack nodded, "Okay, I got

it. Sir, is it really… her?" Jack was doubtful.

"I will be going there personally to find out!" Alistair Mu said determinedly.

Finally, the man was just breaming with life and hope. Jack hadn't seen that for a long, long time

already.

Half an hour later, in front of the company.

Jack looked at Alistair Mu and the assistant was filled with excitement, "Sir, I wish that you will be able

to find her this time!" Jack gave his sincerest blessings.

When Alistair Mu heard him, he nodded and smiled hopefully. The man got in his car and revved

away…

One and a half hour later, the flight took off. Alistair Mu sat in the air plane and watched as the clouds

drifted backwards. For the entire twenty hour flight, he didn't feel any sleepiness. Not only that, the man

was completely energized.

He didn't know what awaited him but he knew that he wouldn't be able to calm his heart at all.

……

After twenty hours, Alistair Mu got down from the plane and he took a cab to Provence.

That took him and other three hours of car ride.

When the man arrived, it was already four o'clock in the midnight. Although he was eager to start his

search, the hour was not right.

The man found a hotel and stayed for the night.

But it was a sleepless night.

The man knew that he was so close already. He had gotten to the same city but yet, he still couldn't

shake off the feeling that she was far, far away. Almost unreachable.

The man was so fearful that everything was just a dream.

As the man walked out to the balcony, he was holding a glass of red wine from the hotel. It was an

exclusive specialty from the castle-like hotel and it was a little bit bitter. But after getting used to it, it

would leave a sweet taste in the mouth.

Such was life. Although it could be bitter at times, if one could just experience a life tastefully, they

would find that life is simply beautiful.

Alistair Mu stared into the distance. It was late in the night and he could feel the serenity and peace

from the place.

Even his mood was somewhat influenced and his heart calmed down miraculously.

The man drew a deep breath and shut his eyes. The unreligious man prayed, that he wouldn't be going

back with a broken heart…

……

Seven o'clock in the morning, he woke up.

The man walked to the balcony and it was a sunny day. The town was clean and beautiful.

It was late in the September and the sky was just bright and cloudless. The air was so fresh and

unsoiled it cleanse his soul.

The man took a quick rinse and he went out the hotel without taking breakfast.

He wore a black wind breaker. With his tall built and face of sculpted perfection, he gained a lot of

attention.

That Chinese man was just gorgeous!!

The man walked by the streets and he had a piece of note in his hand. As he was moving to the

address, he was appreciating the surroundings.

Provence, the city of flowers.

It wasn't any exaggeration for any man to say that Provence is a city of romance. And there were

countless legends of love: The famous Marseiles from La Marseiles, the Island of Eve from The Count

of Monte Cristo, Aix-en-Provence, Avignon… The place felt as if it had stopped in the track of time and

all the beauties remained.

The medieval villas and coffee huts were of timeless reminiscence.

If Annabelle Xia was truly here, Alistair Mu could understand her choice.

A relaxing and slow-paced lifestyle, filled with sights of beauty and peace. The weather was lovely and

the people was warm. This place was so pleasing that it simply made you forget about everything else

in life.

Annabelle Xia, are you trying to forget your past here?

The man continued to walk. The early sunlight shone on him gently and it crowned a nobility on the

prince-like foreigner. He looked as if he was a person that came out from a picture.

After a long walk, he came to a small alley. It was stone-paved and the man could touch the both sides

of the wall by just stretching out his arms. As he walked along the winding pavement, he exclaimed at

the magnificent gothic architecture from the past century, with ivies creeping on the wall and a rich

scent of lavender in the air.

There were a few wooden doors on both sides of the alley. And most of them had all sorts of small pot

gardens as decoration. Even the door frames were hanging with all sorts of colorful creeping flowers.

Alistair Mu paused and looked at that one particular house. It had a white bench in the front with a

cotton seat on it, simple yet beautiful.

He looked at the door plate and it was a simple piece of black board with French words. The man

looked down carefully on his note.

So this is it…

He stretched out his trembling hands and pressed on the doorbell.

The man waited nervously. But after a long while, no one opened the door.

Alistair Mu felt uneasy and anxious all of a sudden. However, he continued to knock for some time but

no one opened the door.

At that time, there was an old lady that came out and she looked at Alistair Mu. After sometime, she

spoke with a native French, "Who are you? Are you looking for the young lady that stays here?" The

old lady asked. After all, it was the first time a man had looked for her for the past year.

Alistair Mu could understand French and he nodded right away, "Yes, may I know if the lady here is

also a Chinese like me?"

The old lady had a long, curly blonde hair and wrinkled face. But that only made her smile a gentler

sunshine. She nodded, "You must be her husband!"

When Alistair Mu heard her, he felt a complicated feeling inside.

"She wouldn't be at home at this hour. Go check out that flower field over that side!" The old woman

pointed at one direction.

Alistair Mu took a look and asked for a more definitive direction. After that, he nodded, "Thank you!"

After that, the man followed the direction she pointed and left.

After a short distance, he saw a sea of purple.

It was the right time in September and the lavenders were blooming in full view.

The sea of lavender waved at him alongside the gentle breeze and caressed him with the gentle

aroma. As the sunlight painted a golden hue on the field, everything looked so dreamy it looked almost Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

unreal.

Alistair Mu had his arms in his windbreaker's pocket and the man paced himself closer. As he walked

amidst the sea of flowers, his tall figure was swallowed up immediately.

His heart was tranquil and at peace.

As he walked in the dried soil and sea of purple, he heard an all too familiar voice.

"Shi Guang, call ma~ma, ma… ma…"

The familiar language, the familiar gentleness flowed to his ear like a small stream.

When the man heard that, he walked closer with nervousness…