Desires Die Hard

“Fine Well then. Ms. MacMillan…since you’re unwilling to drink, why don’t you drink this glass of fruit juice then? You can’t say no to that now, right?”

Mr. Jamerson was staring at her with a creepy gaze as he handed the glass of fruit juice to Anya while he made that comment. Anya could not refuse a glass of fruit juice. Jake too had no issue with that.

Thus, they clank glasses and shared a toast together. Anya picked up the glass of fruit juice and clank glasses with Mr. Wallace before chugging the drink down completely.

After Mr. Wallace noticed that she had drunk it, his fatty looking face instantly cracked a delightful grin while his eyes glimmered with joy. It was as if he would be able to slaughter Anya however he wanted at the very next second. He would be able to do anything he wanted towards her.

Jake then whispered to Anya while he refilled her empty glass with fruit juice, “You can talk about some things regarding our company with Mr. Wallace and the others now, Anya.”

Anya nodded and was getting ready to talk about work. However, she was unsure why exactly she would suddenly feel dizzy.

She felt as if she had fallen into a cotton field while her entire body felt heavy. Moreover, even her stomach was feeling slightly unwell.

Anya held onto her her increasingly heavy head, She was extremely dizzy and had absolutely no strength to talk about the company with the bunch of elderly men. However, she was able to muster up some strength to tell Jake, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Hanson, I need to use to washroom for a bit. I feel slightly unwell.”

“Are you okay?” Jake asked as he turned around to look at her.

Anya shook her head while her face turned slightly pale and said, “I’m fine.”

“Alright, just head on over then.” Jake nodded and did not notice anything odd about her.

Anya frantically got up after that. However, due to her dizziness, she had nearly slipped as she held onto a chair before sluggishly exiting the room and towards the washroom in order to ease her dizzy head.

However, every step felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and it was extremely heavy for her. Every step was extremely difficult for her to move. This caused Anya to stop ever so slightly when she walked before continuing her slow trek towards the washroom.

When she was half way to the washroom, Mr. Wallace excused himself to use the washroom and exited the room. He noticed Anya who had just made it half way to the washroom, He immediately cracked a sinister grin when he saw that. He then rushed over to her.

However, just as he was about to catch up to Anya, Evan exited from another room. The man had an emotionless look on his face while holding a cigarette between his fingers. It seemed that he had somehow ran into Anya when he walked out of his room.

However, it seemed that Anya had no strength left in her body but her path forward was blocked by such a towering figure.

She immediately reached forward to hug that person. However, she hugged Evan even tighter since her body felt extremely awful. Evan’s expression darkened immediately when she hugged him so blatantly

When Evan was about to push her away, Mr. Wallace had finally caught up to her and did not seem to recognize Evan. All he assumed was that Evan was some sort of creep and intended to take

advantage of his prey. He gave Evan a menacing look and said, “Excuse me but I need you to hand her over to me.”

“You know her?” Evan glared at the obese–looking middle–aged man as he questioned with a serious gaze. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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“Of course I do. She’s my woman.” Mr. Wallace replied with a

th a menacing tone before exclaiming, “Hurry up and return her to me.”

“Your woman?” Evan Instinctively took a look at the woman in his arms as he wondered just how many men had she flirted with.

However, before he could make any more assumptions, Anya mumbled through her dizzy state. Her voice sounded extremely weak, “Mr. Wallace, I can’t…continue drinking…”

1 can’t drink…anymore.” Anya mumbled in a soft fragmented tone.

After that. Evan had a rough idea as to what was going on. What does he even mean that she’s bis woman?

This middle–aged man wouldn’t have gotten her drunk, right?