NovelEnglishChapter 6
The only reason why Shane had asked him out for tea was because he wanted the land that the Weltons owned in Easton, it was worth billions of dollart
That piece of land belonged to the Weltons for decades. There was no way Evan was going to let Shane have it.
“Mr. Welton, are you going to accept Mr. Brown’s invitation?” Hayden asked carefully.
Everyone knew that Evan was a relentless man whose methods were cruel and merciless. No one in Nordeny could compare to him. He could break you with a snap of his fingers. His moods were inconsistent and unpredictable.
No one dared to incur his wrath. Everyone feared what he would do to them if they did.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs his employee, Hayden had to walk on eggshells around Evan all the time. His heart raced whenever he had to talk to his boss. The young man was worried that he might say something wrong and anger Evan.
With a loud clink, Evan set his expensive, custom–made ceramic cup he was holding down on the desk heavily. He was going to find out exactly how Shane planned to steal his land from him. He grunted, “Yes! Of course!”
“Sure, Mr. Welton. I’ll make the necessary arrangements,” Hayden said immediately as he jotted it down and then continued going through the rest of Evan’s schedule with him.
Somewhere in the middle of the session, the old matriarch of the Welton family called. Evan knew exactly what the old lady wanted from him as soon as he got the call. With a quick wave of his hand, he sent Hayden out of the room.
As soon as he answered the call, the old lady’s voice sounded from the other end of the line asking him about his love life. He knew it. “Evan…when are you going to bring a girlfriend back hand let your granny take a look at her? I’ve got one foot in the grave now and you…you’re hardly young anymore… can’t you let your granny have a look at her granddaughter–in–law before she dies? Let the old woman have a chance to play with her grandchildren?”
Aslight frown creased Evan’s smooth brow. He wasn’t old, was he? He was only twenty–eight. Was that old? He hadn’t yet reached a man’s prime, had it? Wasn’t that supposed to be thirty?
His grandmother was such an impatient lady.
“Granny, I’ll bring one home…if I find someone I like.”
“I heard that before…you’ve been using that excuse for years. I’ve not seen you bring anyone home!” the old lady scoffed in mock anger. “You’re going to bring a lady hby the end of this year. If I don’t see a girlfriend when the year is up, I’m going to get you one myself.”
Evan was speechless.
“That’s settled then,” the old lady said. She hung up before Evan could say anything.
The young man’s fingers tightened around his phone. He could hear the dial tone ringing in his ear. His expression darkened. There were plenty of women out there who were willing to chwith him. But he only wanted to bring the woman he loved
back.
Meanwhile, at JK Couture, Anya left Jake’s office and was making her way to her desk.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe designer who was helping her get settled at her new job was a young woman two years older than she was. Her nwas Carol Walker
Carol was on the plump side. She couldn’t help the instant spark of envy lighting up inside her when she saw how pretty Anya was. Carol w
She must be a skank, Carol cursed inwardly
Carol had a thing for Jake, “Well, this skank better not try and seduce Jake or I would tear her into pieces,” Carol muttered angrily under her breath. She then shoved a pile of drafts at Anya and instructed the latter to get the designs revised and cleaned up by tomonow morning. She whirled around and stalked back to her own desk.
Anya eyed the tall stack of papers in her arms. It nearly reached the top of her head. Her vision swam. That was a lot of drafts…there was no way she was going to make it htonight.
What about her kids? They needed their milk!
Chapter 6
Anya could feel her breasts grow heavy at the thought of her children. The heaviness reminded her that she had to go pump her milk in an hour’s time.
She would bring the milk back hand then rush back to the office. It was the only way to ensure that her kids got fed while the stayed late in the office that night.
The thought of her kids filled Anya with motivation. She carried the stack of papers back to her desk and started to work on the drafts.
After shours have pa**ed, Anya’s breasts felt like hard, heavy boulders hanging off her neck. She really had to get her breasts pumped.
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