ire is a manager who dares to move forward, boldly voices her opinion, and also argues if necessary. Looking at the manager ire going mute, the middle-aged man didn''t make the mistake of underestimating Anya Owen.


    Without waiting for an introduction, he went forward to cool air by lowering himself for his goal, "Mrs. Matthews, I apologize for our unannounced appearance." He did sound sincere in his motive.


    Either people don''t understand what her job was or don''t take a woman seriously. The distant and cold air around Anya didn''t tter even when the man sounded courteous. They followed her and that''s it.


    Krystle said through her teeth as she tugged Anya close to her, "You got the wrong person." Then she turned to Anya and pointed at the car, "Babe, get in the car." She will take a taxi back home instead of Anya wasting her time with buffoons.


    Anya''s expression softened looking at her friend who was protective of her. A faint smile appeared on her face in resignation. Even if she stood with a firearm, Krystle would still try to protect her against others.


    Ignoring the people, Anya pointed at the box on the floor and lifted her hands, "What to do with these?" Leaving her friend behind was never an option for her.


    Krystle was speechless hearing Anyain. It was a serious moment and they have to get rid of those people. She became grim at Anya for not listening to her, "I have spoiled you too much." Then she snapped at Anya, urately knowing Anya had no idea who those two were, "Get in the car." She was fierce due to J''s tricks.


    Anya: "..."


    Krystle indeed spoils her and never really shouts at her. Anya silently obliged without knowing what was happening. She went to the car and sat on the shotgun seat, seriously wondering who those two were.


    Who were those two?


    Does Krystle know them?


    Why did they follow her?


    ''Thud,'' Anya jumped on the seat when Krystle mmed the trunk door. She quickly fished for her mobile to search for the Starlightpany information.


    Krystle looked at the two and tried to shoo them away, "Get out of our way." She waved them to leave.


    Manager ire was well experienced in facing the people''s fury so she found her voice to speak, "Ms. Lewis, we are just here to talk to Mrs. Matthews for a few minutes." She insisted.


    The CEO was well aware Krystle was the spoiled daughter of the Lewis empire. So he was on good behavior too.


    Krystle who hadn''t considered the details, frowned hearing them mention Anya as Mrs. Matthews. She has a lot of friends, with Anya being her best friend.


    Why were they certain that thedy with her is Anya?


    She didn''t want to give in and blow up Anya''s cover. She again removed the trunk and pulled a baseball bat, having no ounce of patience towards the people who had followed Anya, "If you two keep pestering us, I will break your skulls. F**k off." She growled, grabbing the attention of the people around.


    CEO and ire: "..."


    Inside the car, Anya smiled and also sighed hearing Krystle. Krystle didn''t consider she was overreacting while insisting that she wasn''t Anya. Well, that was my best friend, who wouldn''t think twice before going to any extent for her.


    Looking at the picture of ire with J, Anya could vaguely guess their motive. She would have probably considered listening to what those two had to say but Anya stayed silent in the car for Krystle.


    Alvin who had just reached the parking lot watched Krystle holding a baseball bat at the face of a middle-aged man. He calls her Loudmouth for a reason.


    Six-plus years ago, Krystle had held pepper spray on his face assuming he was tricking Anya into something while Anya was just collecting a book from him.


    Her ways were odd and exaggerated but that was Krystle who doesn''t use her brain but follows her heart.


    He watched the two immediately leave as it had grabbed a lot of attention from the passerby. Then he drove ahead and stopped the car.


    Krystle stood akimbo looking at another expensive caring to a halt. Gritting her teeth, "I am going to break someone''s head today." Then she announced to her friend, "Annie, appointment me as your bodyguard."


    Anya quickly left the bags on another seat. She kneeled on her seat and hugged the backrest to watch. She was confident she could handle any situation if Krystle reaches the short end.<novelnext></novelnext>


    Alvin watched his wife curiously peeking at the car failing to notice the registration of his car. He alighted the car, thinking Krystle would cool down but Krystle pointed the bat at his face, "Aren''t you toote to y the role of hero?"


    She was just trying to let him know Anya was being pestered by the people and that he should handle it. Just like how he let Anya sleep and got rid of J.


    ''Hero?'' Anya quickly mmed her hand on a button to open the sunroof. She stood on the seat as Krystle had asked her to be in the car.


    Alvin was rendered speechless when his wife waved her hand at him with a wide bright smile. Who was truly childish?


    Krystle followed his line of sight above the car and pped her forehead. Sometimes, obedient Anya is adorable but also annoyingly cute. Couldn''t she have just gotten out of the car?


    Looking at Alvin dumbfounded at his wife''s drama, Krystle pointed the bat at Anya, "Go, take your wife. She is a pain in the a**." Of course, she knew they were going to pick Zane.


    Anya: "..."


    Krystle hid her smile ncing at her bewildered friend. It used to be her who always hung out with Anya as Anya didn''t have friends. Now, there is a person to indulge her friend, who was she to stop them?


    She grinned like an infatuated girl, "I need to find my boyfriend." She was also excited to give a Christmas gift to Linus.


    Alvin chose to ignore Krystle''s words and reached his wife. He was about to open the door, Anya climbed out and slid down the car to his arms.


    He watched his wife hug Loudmouth and put some sense in Krystle that she shouldn''t offend people. Then they loaded their car with many paper bags and a carton and dispersed.


    ....


    In the Maybach,


    Mr. Wilson got in the car after it left the mall. He saw the CEO''s face was dark and the manager''s expression wasn''t any better.


    He quickly proposed his n, "I told you Alvin and Anya Owen wouldn''t listen to you. Only the hard way will work now."


    "Hard way?" Manager ire looked behind from the shotgun seat. After the meeting with the PR department, she went to meet the CEO when J''s husband was already there. She had no idea what they had discussed.


    Mr. Wilson: "..."


    The CEO had thought he could join hands with Alvin using the situation in his favor as Alvin was against the Matthews family. Hence he took a personal interest in J''s case.


    But Alvin wasn''t meeting, Anya refused to speak and any moment J''s secret would be out. Although he appeared calm, he was annoyed.


    He inly instructed his driver, "Stop the car." When the driver pulled the car aside, he solemnly instructed, "Manager ire, go to thepany and keep an eye on developments." ire could ruin their ns.


    ire didn''t have a good premonition knowing Mr. Wilson was nning something with their CEO. It could not be in the favor of J but the greediness of Wilson. But what choice does she have?


    She uneasily alighted the car and watched the Maybach drive away. "J, you should have listened to me." She could only hope for everything to turn out well.


    In the Maybach, the CEO nced at Mr. Wilson, "This is risky." He gravely said, pointing at Mr. Wilson''s n.


    Mr. Wilson refused to change his n. He stressed his words, "Only by victimizing J, we could drive the opinion ofizens."


    The CEO argued, "J Collins will never agree to this."


    Mr. Wilson hid his cunning smile when he responded, "I will speak to J. I will take care of that." J had be an emotional wreck. So he wasn''t going to tell J anything about the n but follow his n.


    The CEO blindly believed the man and nodded after a few minutes.