Anger churned inside Anya’s gut as she stormed out of Evan’s office.


    She didn’t manage to make it to the elevator. Sydney was waiting outside for her.


    Her stepsister walked up to her and stood in her path as soon as she saw Anya step out of the office.


    She stuck her chin in the air. There was a taint of something dark and contemptuous in her voice as


    she spoke. Anya wanted to p her so badly. “Anya. We need to talk.”


    She wasn’t a part of the MacMin family anymore. Sydney had no right to order her around.


    “Make it quick. I’m busy,” Anya said curtly.


    Sydney couldn’t believe the attitude that Anya was giving her. Her face darkened with fury. She red


    at her sister and clenched her jaw. “I want to know why Evan asked for you.”


    “It’s to do with work, of course. Why else would he ask for me?” Anya said before reaching out and


    punching the button for


    the elevator.


    “Work? What kind of work?” Sydney didn’t believe Anya at all. There was something fishy going on


    here. Her sister had stepped into Evan’s office empty–handed. What kind of work could they be


    discussing?


    Was this one of her attempts to seduce Evan?


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    Jealousy reared its ugly head inside Sydney. All reason were cast aside as she started yelling at Anya


    like a madwoman. She didn’t care how badly she might look anymore. “You’re such a whore, Anya.


    Have you forgotten all about the oath your made? You’re dead, do you hear me? You’ve seen Evan


    and you’re going to die!”


    Anya blew up instantly. That was exactly what Sydney and Melissa wanted, wasn’t it? The both of them


    and her grandmother would love to see her dead. Dead like her mother.


    What had they ever done to the MacMins?


    Why must the family treat them this way?


    Her father had cheated on her mother. Melissa had cheated her mother of her rightful ce in the


    family. Anya’s mother had been forced to divorce her father and leave the MacMin family. They were


    the ones who had wronged her mother.


    Why should Anya and her mother suffer the consequences?


    Did they honestly think they could push her around?


    She wasn’t a pushover.


    She was going to make them pay for what they had done.


    She was going to avenge her mother!


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    Anya resisted the intense urge to give Sydney a hard p. Her voice was as cold as winter when she


    spoke. “Why are you bothering me? You should be asking Mr. Welton why he called me into his office.”


    “Stop harassing me and harass him instead!”


    Anya let loose her anger in a rush of words. The doors to the elevator slid open then.


    She marched right in.


    Before Sydney could make a grab for Anya and drag more answers out of the young woman, the doors


    had slid shut.


    She nearly got her fingers caught between the doors.


    Sydney pulled her fingers back in rm. In a burst of uncontroble rage, the young woman threw her


    foot forward and


    kicked the elevator doors hard.


    She ended up the sole victim of her rage.


    Her heel nearly snapped into two. Meanwhile, the metal door to the elevator remained unscathed.


    Sydney folded herself in half as she squatted down. She could feel tears welling in her eyes.


    She hated Anya so much. How she wished her stepsister would drop dead like her mother had!


    Shane had left when Anya returned to JK Couture.


    But the enormous bouquetprising 999 roses and the Chanel bag that cost a hundred thousand


    dors were still there.


    on her desk.


    The sight made Anya’s head throb painfully.


    She didn’t want those gifts at all.


    She was going to be branded as a loose woman if she epted those gifts.


    She couldn’t believe how unlucky she was. She seemed to be surrounded by unweed suitors.


    She was adamant to not ept Shane’s gifts.


    She had to locate a delivery service and have these gifts returned to Shane immediately.


    At that thought, Anya headed to the reception. They probably had a list of delivery services and their


    hotlines somewhere.


    Jake emerged from his office then. He had seen everything, including Shane’s attempt to woo Anya


    with roses and ant expensive bag.


    He knew he wasn’t as rich as Shane.


    But Jake believed that Anya wasn’t the sort of woman you could buy with money. He wanted to know


    what she really felt


    about Shane.