C35 Chapter 35

IRIS's POV

He looked back at me and his eyes narrowed on the gun. Not heeding my words, he took off the hoodie. I gaped at him.

“Still want to shoot me, Miss Young?” he asked. A smirk formed on his face as he took in my horrified expression.

Immediately lowering the gun, I stammered, “B-boss? I mean, Mr. President! It was you!?”

Rubbing the back of his neck