While Anya got up to use the washroom, his assistant rushed to the second floor and waited for her by


    the hallway of the pub’s washroom.


    Hayden stood in front of Anya, blocking her path when she got out of the washroom. He then politely


    said, “Ms. MacMin, Mr. Welton is currently waiting at the second floor deck.”


    “Evan is here too?


    Anya frowned and felt a little repulsive in that instant as she said, “I’m really sorry but it’s off working


    hours now. I don’t want to see your Mr. Welton.” Anya wanted to leave after she said that.


    However, Hayden followed her as he said, “Please don’t make this difficult for me, Ms. MacMin. Mr.


    Welton explicitly wanted you to meet him up there.”


    Anya bit her lips as she wondered just how was she making things difficult for him? Why could he not


    say that he was the one who was making things difficult for her instead? She then told Hayden, “Mr.


    Lang, you can tell him what I said.”


    Hayden obviously knew that he could pass Evan her message but how could Evan possibly ept a


    middle–person’s message anyway?


    What he wanted was for him to bring Anya up to the second floor to meet him.


    It seemed that Hayden was truly in a very tough situation. However, in order toplete his task, he


    had no choice but to be annoyingly persistent. Thus, he followed closely behind Anya. However, Anya


    could not bring him along to where Jake and everyone was since this would cause everyone else to


    misunderstand her.


    She would no doubt be unable to get Hayden to stop following her like this.


    She bit her lips and spoke in a slightly furious tone, “Please take me to meet your Mr. Welton, Mr.


    Lang.”


    The instant Hayden heard her say that, he immediately nodded and brought her to the VIP deck on the


    second floor.


    If the bottom floor was for the average people to hangout then the second floor was for the extremely


    wealthy people or spoiled rich kids to hang out


    The starting price for a seat on this deck would be a hundred thousand dors. Those spoiled wealthy


    kids that were hanging out on the deck were all staring at Anya with a predatory re when she


    entered


    Those res made Anya feel very ufortable as she looked away and picked up her pace with


    Hayden to meet Evan.


    Evan was sitting at the very end of the deck at the moment.


    When Hayden led her over, Anya was immediately greeted by the sight of Evan smoking elegantly. The


    smoke was surrounding and obscuring his handsome face.


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    Anya was not in the mood to admire his face as all she felt annoyed. Before Hayden could say


    anything, she immediately spoke up with a subtly furious voice, “What do you want from me, Mr.


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    “Come sit with me.” Evan replied. He could sense the anger from her voice but he was not bothered by


    it as he waved at


    her.


    However, it would be impossible for Anya to willingly fall into his trap, so she stood on the same spot


    and said, “Just say what you want.”


    “I thought you were going on a date with thewyer, Jamie? What are you doing here?” Evan asked in


    a deep maic voice he stared at her with a predatory re while holding the cigarette in between his


    long fingers.


    “This is my personal business.” Anya replied. Anya knew that he had nothing important to tell her, so


    she said, “I believe there’s nothing important you wanted to tell me, Mr. Welton. Well then, I’ll be on my


    way!


    “Who told you that I don’t have anything serious to tell you about?” Evan chuckled while his voice


    sounded extremely


    attractive to hear.


    It sounded extremely attractive to the ears.


    “What is it then?”


    “Come over here.” Evan replied. It seemed that he was incredibly patient in toying with her. He then


    said, “Are you nning to continue talking to me while you stand over there?”


    “Or are you waiting for me to drag you over here?”


    Hisment sounded extremely flirtatious as the moment he made thement, Anya could feel that


    she was getting a little flustered. She then remained silent for a couple of seconds before sitting on the


    very edge of the seat.


    The moment she sat down, Hayden excused himself to aside, leaving the duo behind on the spacious


    seats.


    Evan looked up and took a nce at her before cracking a gentle smile as he got up and immediately


    sat next to her. Anya initially wanted to get up after Evan suddenly sat next to her. However, Evan


    immediately grabbed her and forcefully pulled her down before speaking in a maic voice, “I need to


    kiss you after you’re being so disobedient.”


    Anya was speechless. She was feeling a little flustered again.


    She instinctively remained still after that. However, it was not a good thing for her when Evan was


    sitting so close to her. She felt very frustrated when the mild tobo scent along with his entered her


    nose.


    It seemed that two of his button on his ck shirt was unbuttoned as well, subtly exposing his firm


    muscles.


    Anya was unintentionally blinded by this sight. She immediately pursed her lips and was even more


    tempted to leave. She then said, “Just tell me what you want to say, Mr. Welton.”


    Evan then gave her a nce. He then took his time when he reached out to pick up a ss of pre–


    mixed fruit juice from the table and handed it to her. He said, “Try it. I’ve made it myself.”


    Anya frowned slightly when she noticed the colorful looking liquid in the ss as she said, “I don’t drink


    alcohol.”


    “It’s not. It’s actually fruit juice.” Evan replied as he handed Anya the ss into her soft hands. He


    added, “Take a sip and I’ll talk to you about today.”


    Although Anya did not want to drink, after knowing how unreasonable the man was, she had no choice


    but to drink. She lowered her head and took a sip. Unexpectedly, it was actually really sweet and tasted


    really good. It truly was non-


    alcoholic.


    Anya could not help but take another sip. However, a drop of juice could be seen on her lips when she


    was done.


    Evan noticed it as his gaze dimmed. He leaned over and sipped the drop of fruit juice away using his


    lips. Then, he gently pressed his lips against her soft warm lips. He spoke to her with his deep and


    warm breath, “The juice is really sweet, right?”


    It seemed that regardless if the juice was sweet or not was not important anyway.


    Anya’s mind felt as if a bombshell had exploded in her while her mind wentpletely nk.