Desires Die Hard

Chapter 70

“What are you doing here?” Evan asked as he studied Anya with an unfathomable look in his eyes. A sliver of panic flickered in Anya’s eyes.

The young woman gulped. Then, she took a deep breath. “Mr. Welton, I’m going to be straight with you. I didn’t follow you and I wasn’t waiting here for you.”

“I’m here because of work. I’m supposed to deliver the prototypes that my company has prepared to Mr. Jamerson’s factory,” Anya said before holding up the drafts in her hands.

Evan gave the stack of drafts in her hands a good long look. He pursed his lips. “Okay.”

“Well then…If there’s nothing else, I’m going in now, Mr. Welton,” Anya said.

The young woman had a feeling that Evan hadn’t caught the contents of her conversation earlier. Otherwise, he would have suspected something was amiss.

She wasn’t going to let her guard down though.

Evan would go absolutely insane if he knew.

She had to keep away from the man.

“You may go.

Evan didn’t try to stop her. Anya clutched the drafts to her chest and hurried inside the factory. She had to find the person who was in charge of the place.

watched as Anya disappeared inside the factory. Then, he

Evan. Everyone knew that Evan was going to be here

knew who the Nordenic Quartet

one dared to keep Evan

deferentially and hurried towards the young man. “Mr. Welton, welcome! It’s an honor to receive

Jamerson, Evan replied

him to the meeting room on the second floor

acquisition.

heading towards the workshop with her arms full of

herself in a warm room. Her eyes scanned the

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to one of his

draft to him politely. They were going to need that to make a

coursed through the man Instantly. He detested interruptions while he was working. But as around and saw Anya, his eyes brightened Instantly. This wasn’t one

as he turned

soon a

an angel who had just descended upon the earth. The

Anya.

She coughed awkwardly. “Sir, these are the drafts from JK Couture. It’s our latest designs. We need them ready

readily. It was always a pleasure to speak to a beautiful lady. There was no way he was going to refuse any of her