Desires Die Hard

Chapter 197

It seemed like the more Anya tried to avoid, the more likely it would come in her way.

As Anya walked to the lift lobby with Jake, Evan slowly walked over as well. He would not do anything to her while they were in the vicinity of the Welton group. He upheld the behavior of a gentleman. He was interested in Anya and was keen to get to know her better but that was about it. It was not to a point of infatuation. Evan knew better than to react violently to Jake who happened to be walking beside the woman he admired. He had outgrown the age of a reckless teen. With his assistant, they walked calmly to the other side of the lift lobby and waited.

On the other hand, Jake noticed the CEO and walked over to greet him out of formality. “Good morning, Mr. Welton.”

It

was on

only natural that Anya who was walking behind Jake to greet the CEO as well. “Good morning, Mr. Welton.”

of them briefly but his eyes glazed towards Anya for a moment.

for the lift, suddenly, a young man came out of nowhere. He had a black cloth tied around his face, covering his mouth and was holding a

could not accept the fact that someone leaked the news and he wanted to get back at the person for doing so. Naturally, Anya, who was the designer at JK, was the biggest suspect. He appeared in the office building, wanting to teach the culprit a lesson to keep mum about

Anya. In a swift action, he stepped in front of Anya, grabbed her hand with his big warm hand and pulled her behind him. The attacker raised his hand with the glass bottle. Evan kicked the attacker swiftly in his chest that there was a crack sound possibly from a fractured bone. His accurate attack

attacker. He rolled on the floor with his hand on his chest. He

slowly got back to her senses. She looked at the man in front of her who protected her in the face of

to pull her hand back from Evan’s grip but the grip

“Mr. Welton, we are in the office building.” She knew that Evan would not do anything to her

Evan heard her, he turned his head and looked at her. He slowly released his grip on her hand,

pulled back her hand and

Anya. He walked over to Anya to check if she was okay. At this point, the attacker suddenly stood up again. He endured the pain and raised the glass bottle at Anya. “Anya MacMillan, you evil scheming designer! How dare you expose the engagement details of our Lola! I’m going

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