Desires Die Hard

Still, Cohen Has Messed With The Wrong Person

When everyone was about to finish their champagne, Evan intentionally slammed the glass in his hand on the conference table.

It began to get weird between them when there was an awkward silence in the conference room.

Everyone except Cohen was in shock and exchanging looks to one another.

Anya looked over at Evan unconsciously and saw a cloudy face. It was hard to tell if he was upset.

She slightly pulled Evan's finger as a hint that she would not want him to make a scene of it.

However, Evan took a glance at her and then said to Cohen, "I would like to invite Mr. Olson to have dinner with us this evening if that's OK."

Cohen smiled and gave Evan a cold unmeaning look. "It would be a great honor. Thank you, Mr. Welton."

"So, it's settled. I'll ask my assistant to make the reservation." Evan gestured to Hayden beside him by lifting his finger.

Hayden nodded and stepped forward to ask Cohen, "Any preferences I should be aware of? Mr. Olson?"

"It's so nice of you. Mr. Welton. But I'm not picky about food." Cohen chuckled, staring fondly at Anya, and said provocatively in front of Evan, "I like anything Ms. MacMillan would order."

Everyone in the conference room gasped in astonishment after hearing that.

Anya frowned instinctively. She felt a little uncomfortable that Cohen had said that on purpose in front of Evan.

But on second thought, she was the one asking him a favor.

She had to put up with it.

Cohen's assistant started to have an inkling that a confrontation was about to happen. He was looking at Cohen anxiously and afraid that Cohen would provoke Evan again for he had just come home with bruises on his body in the morning.

He rubbed his hands, smiling awkwardly to ease the tension. "Mr. Olson was just being funny. What he meant was that we were not picky eaters. Thank you very much, Mr. Welton."

"Sure. Haydon, book the place where we used to hold receptions for our guests." Evan wasn't a fool. He knew when a man was trying to provoke him.

He would have kicked Cohen over if they hadn't been in a public place and there hadn't been a lot of employees around, which would have been bad for his reputation.

Still, Cohen had messed with the wrong person.

"Yes, Mr. Welton." Hayden nodded and walked out to make the reservation.

With one hand in the pocket of his suit pants and the other holding Anya's hand, Evan said to her, "I have something to talk to you about. Can you leave this to Mr. Hanson?"

"Sure." Anya wouldn't want to stay any longer either for fear that Cohen would say more inappropriate things.

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Evan gripped her hand more intimately before he said to Cohen with a trace of smugness in his voice, "Now if you'll excuse us, Mr. Olson, I need to borrow my wife for a second. Mr. Hanson from JK Couture will show you around."

"No problem, Mr. Welton." Cohen squinted and smiled drily.

Evan glanced at him and without further ado walked out with Anya.

When they got to the hallway outside the conference room, he finally had the chance to warn Anya, "Dealing with him is not going to be a piece of cake. You should be more careful from now on."

Anya walked closer to him, leaning on his arm and grinning up at him. "Are you jealous?"

"You tell me!" Leaving his jealousy aside, Evan was more concerned about that design company, a joint venture with foreign investment.

He somehow had a feeling that things weren't that simple.

Of all the business cases he had encountered, he had never seen a design company so desperately putting their work on acquiring other companies instead of focusing on designing?

There had to be something unusual about it.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I love you so much. I would never do anything to hurt you." Anya didn't know which design company he was suspecting and only thought Evan was jealous of Cohen and her doing business together.

She tried to make him feel better with physical intimacy.