Desires Die Hard

Chapter 83

“Fine, I’ll ask him.” Sydney was losing her mind. She whipped around and leveled a hard look at Hayden. “Mr. Lang, is she speaking the truth?”

Is, Hayden replied firmly. “Are you looking for Mr. Welton, Ms. MacMillan?”

Sydney appeared to harbor an intense hostility towards Anya and Hayden had no idea why.

Did they know each other?

Hayden eyed the two young women before him curiously. They did share a slight resemblance with the other but it was clear that Anya was the prettier woman.

Sydney’s eyes burned with rage as she glared at Anya. She turned towards Hayden slightly. “That’s right. I’m from the media department. We need Mr. Welton’s approval for something.”

“You can hand the documents to me,” Hayden said as he stretched his hand out towards Sydney. “I’ll make sure they reach Mr. Welton.”

There was no way Sydney was going to do that. It had taken her a great deal of work before she finally found an excuse to talk to Evan.

She wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

She couldn’t raise her voice at Hayden though. Sydney tried to muster a polite smile as she gentled her tone. “Mr. Lang, I would like to hand these documents to Mr. Welton personally. There’re some details that will require further explanation.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just let me have the documents. Mr. Welton is waiting.” Hayden kept his hand outstretched as he eyed Sydney. The look in his eyes was clear. He wanted her to hurry up and stop wasting his time.

let me speak to Mr. Welton, Mr. Lang.” Sydney tightened her fingers around the folder. There was a hint of

her eyes.

What did he think

delivering the

is waiting and he’s not going to be happy if he’s kept waiting

hint of threat in his voice

this up, Evan was going to lose his

to suffer his anger then

retreat. Evan’s temper was notorious. Everyone in the city knew how terrifying he could be when he was mad.

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Chapter 83

were

Sydney

the pros and cons and finally handed over the folder to Hayden reluctantly. There was a tic in her jaw. she spoke. “I’m terribly sorry for troubling you, Mr. Lang.”

subdued and humbled. It was a distinct difference from her

her would bend to

with silent glee as Sydney

took the folder from the latter. Then, he

going to follow them

watch as Anya strolled past and disappear behind the elaborate door of