The only reason why Shane had asked him out for tea was because he wanted thend that the


    Weltons owned in Easton, it was worth billions of dort


    That piece ofnd belonged to the Weltons for decades. There was no way Evan was going to let


    Shane have it.


    “Mr. Welton, are you going to ept 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 couldpare 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.


    As 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 nned to steal hisnd 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 olddy 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 olddy’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 home and 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–inw before she dies? Let the old woman


    have a chance to y 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 impatientdy.


    “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 olddy scoffed in mock anger. “You’re going to bring ady home by 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 olddy 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 toe home with 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.


    The designer who was helping her get settled at her new job was a young woman two years older than


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    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 thetter 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 home tonight.


    What about her kids? They needed their milk!


    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 home and then rush back to the office. It was the only way to ensure that


    her kids got fed while the stayedte 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 some hours have pa**ed, Anya’s breasts felt like hard, heavy boulders hanging off her neck. She


    really had to get her breasts pumped.