Desires Die Hard

“Mr. Wallace?” Evan boomed as his eyes were squinted into a menacing look. He glared directly at Mr. Wallace who was staring at Anya at the moment. He then questioned the passed out lady in his arms, “Do you know him?”

Although Anya was feeling extremely dizzy, she could still clearly hear Evan’s voice.

She immediately shook her head and sald, “No, I don’t… He’s…a client.”

So it seemed that he was a client after all. Evan finally understood the situation and it seemed that he had misunderstood her earlier.

He could not help but to silently curse, “Such a troublesome woman Indeed.” Evan carried Anya to the presidential sulte located on the top floor of the hotel as soon as he was done lamenting.

The hotel seemed to be one of the properties he owned under his name. He was able to pick any hotel as he pleased.

However, Mr. Wallace was displeased since he had put in so much effort into roofing such a beautiful woman. How could he possibly allow a complete stranger take her away? Mr. Wallace went after them to snatch her back.

However, a few men in black suits appeared behind him after only taking a few steps forward.

The men stood in Mr. Wallace’s way as they exclaimed. “Mr. Welton doesn’t like to be interrupted by anyone.”

Mr. Welton? Which Mr. Welton exactly?

It seemed that Mr. Wallace still had not recognized who that person was. He scoffed, 1 will have to contact the authorities since you guys had. taken a random girl away.”

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2. r. Wallace took out his phone and began contacting the police while he made that statement.

One of the men that was dress in black suits immediately slapped his phone away, “You want to call the authorities even though you aren’t exactly innocent, are you?”

It seemed that Mr. Wallace relented immediately after the man in black said that. If he had actually contacted the authorities, they would have no doubt examine Anya’s body.

If they had found out about the foofie he placed in her drink, not only would he tarnish his reputation, it would also affect his company. This would be a huge problem for him.

Mr. Wallace immediately gave up on contacting the police.

He gritted his teeth as picked up his phone before mumbling a series of silent rants, while returning to his room.

He would never tell Jake about fate would be.

Anya being taken away. Since she had already fallen prey to someone else, he could not be bothered to what her

When Evan reached the presidential suite of the hotel, he brought Anya to his room.

Using bright lights by the walls, he tossed the extremely unwell woman onto the huge soft bed.

He had his collars unbuttons and it seemed that staring from his towering height, the woman seemed to have curled up into a ball due to the effects from the drug

He stared at the woman’s pure–looking face that was illuminated by the soft room lights. This had somehow made the outline of her face stand

out even more.

Dammit. This woman is actually quite pretty.

Evan simply stared at

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with a deep gaze.

Realizing that the woman had manipulated him before, all he did was simply stood on the side and glanced at her. He had no intentions of staying behind to take care of her.

He had no reason to be kind to her. He coldly withdrew his gentle gaze and was about to get out.

However, the instant he turned around, Anya who was originally curled up to a ball seemed as if she had been possessed as she brazenly hugged him tightly from behind while mumbling. “Don’t go… Don’t leave…”

If Anya would have known how bold she was to have hugged Evan when she regained consciousness the next day, she might actually want to die from embarrassment. However, it seemed that all rational thought she had were all gone.

Who exactly was Evan?

Well, he was the none other than the most renowned and handsome man in the city. He was not someone that any woman would dare hug, especially when it came to Anya who Evan thought had previously manipulated him. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Evan turned around immediately, grabbed her soft wrists and spoke with a dim glare, “Do you know how much trouble you’re in, woman? Hmm?”