Evan, The Engagement Ring Is Ready


    The next day, Anya returned to JK Couture as usual,unching into designing the engagement gown for Minta.


    Sh walked over with a cup of strong coffee and said in an unnatural tone, "Mr. Hanson said you were designing Minta''s gown."


    Anya put down her pen and looked at her, replying, "Yes. Do you have a problem with that, Sh?"


    Sh looked down at Anya''s design and felt a wave of jealousy coursing through her body. Sh felt she had to blow some steam.


    Otherwise, she would stay mad.


    She came all the way back following Gina for Evan. But Evan decided to be engaged to Minta. How could Sh bear the insult?


    Sh tightened her grip around the white porcin mug and poured the coffee onto Anya''s design while thetter was waiting for her answer.RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    Sh sneered coldly, "I am sorry, Ms. MacMin. I just had a cramp in my hand. You have to draw another one."


    Anya looked at the stained design and countered, "Did you do it on purpose?


    "You don''t have to give me a hard time. This design is for Mr. Welton''s fiancé."


    The word fiancé stabbed into Sh''s heart like a knife, and her expression changed drastically. She red at Anya and clenched her teeth, sneering again after a short while, "Fiancé? So what? It''s just an engagement. He may dump her tomorrow."


    "But she is still his fiancé. Your impulsion might piss her off, and she will me the wholepany." Anya hated it when someone tried to sabotage her work.


    Anya couldn''t let this go.


    "She will only me you." Sh wished she could p her. "Also, who are you to be so rude to me?"


    "What you did was outrageous. If you are angry, take it to her. Don''t take it out on me again," Anya said slowly and calmly, looking up at her.


    Anya wasn''t afraid of her.


    Sh''s face turned sour as she red at her. "Don''t get cocky. You can never seed as long as I am here."


    Sh gritted her teeth and left the office in a huff.


    Anya wasn''t mad, but the design was ruined.


    A whole morning''s hard work was wasted.


    She felt exhausted and stood up after a while. She crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash can under her desk.


    Then she pulled a tissue to wipe the coffee stains. She felt unsettled and tired.


    She propped her hands against the desk and ran her hand through her hair, staring nkly at the desk.


    She still couldn''t forget that man.


    ...


    In the afternoon, the sun was ring down at the city like a huge ball of fire.


    In the thick crowd of pedestrians on the next street.


    Wearing a white dress, Minta was waiting for the handsome man who was parking his car. It was sultry. The man bent down and got out of the car.


    His white shirt was well-ironed, and his suit pants were straight and long. He was devastatingly handsome.


    He was gorgeous and drew a lot of attention.


    Everyone on the street stared at him in admiration.


    Minta trotted over and took his arm intimately, saying, "Evan, the engagement ring is ready. Let''s check it out."