Desires Die Hard

Dan couldn’t stop himself from teasing his friend. “Hey, Mr. Welton, are you not having fun? Or perhaps you’re distracted…tell me. Which lady has caught your eye?”

Evan threw Dan a look. There was a note of annoyance in his voice when he spoke. “None of them.”

That seemed about right. This was the most sought–after man in Nordeny, after all. None of those young models in the club was going to catch

his eye.

Dan’s lips quirked into a smile. He laughed softly. “You’re not acting like your usual self tonight.”

“What’s my usual self like?” Evan quirked an eyebrow at Dan. He couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation with Anya. A frown furrowed his brow without his notice. He raised his glass and emptied it in a single gulp.

The wine burned as it went down his throat. Then, with a loud clank, Evan placed the empty glass back on the table.

Damnit…he couldn’t believe that he was thinking about Anya!

The wine didn’t seem to help at all. The frown creasing his brow deepened as an inexplicable frustration rose within him. He wasn’t going to let it fester and get worse though.

He lifted his hand to his brow and started massaging his forehead. Then, he decided to change the subject. “Shane’s got his eye on the piece of land in Easton. What do you think about this?”

Dan appeared baffled. “That’s your land. Why is he having ideas about your land?”

The Browns has risen to the top and gotten themselves a place in the Nordenic Quartet. However, they had amassed their wealth through dirty deals.

They climbed to their current position through underhanded means and now, they believed they could take the place of the Weltons, who has been around for longer than they had. They were asking for death. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“He doesn’t fear death, I suppose,” Evan scoffed derisively. “The Browns managed to get someone powerful on their side recently. They think just because they’ve got someone powerful backing them up, they can do whatever they want.”

Realization dawned on Dan instantly. A knowing look settled on Dan’s face. Then, it darkened. “If he’s got his eyes on your land, that means he’s probably got his eyes on something of mine too.” There were no limits to a man’s greed.

“Watch your back,” Evan warned his friend in a low voice. “He’s a cunning man. There’s a possibility he’s been planning this for a very long time. He wants our share of the pie and seize dominance over the four families.”

“I know what to do,” Dan said. He appeared to be mulling over something. Moments later, the tightness between his brows eased away.

“Have another drink.” Evan raised his empty glass and gestured at a waiter nearby to get him another glass of wine. The waiter hurried off instantly.

He came back moments later with a bottle of wine and carefully filled Evan’s glass with what was obviously an expensive vintage red wine.

The two men stared appreciatively at the crowd dancing on the dancefloor while savoring their wine. The club was packed with people tonight. Loud music blasted from the speakers all around the dancing

crowd.

Evan and Dan enjoyed their drinks leisurely. Meanwhile, standing outside the nightclub was Sydney. She tugged at her miniskirt as she stared at the entrance. She had gotten news that Evan was in the club.

She entered the club and began searching for Evan. She has to find a chance to get closer to Evan. She couldn’t let another woman steal him

away from her. Her detestable sister appeared out of nowhere after a year, turning up at Welton Group Tower.

Sydney couldn’t stand by and do nothing. She won’t let Anya get anywhere near Evan.

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