Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam
Desires Die Hard Chapter 468

Chapter 468

Anya stayed silent and didn’t retort a word. Shyla thought Anya was soft and timid. She then became surlier. “I looked at your resume. You are not qualified to enter the JK Couture with such an educational background and ability. How did you get in?”

“What do you mean by that?” If this was nonsense about time sense, Anya could bear it.

But she couldn’t stand being questioned about her competence.

Anya was indeed just a graduate. But she went through all the proper procedures to get the offer. No one had the right to insult her.

‘Don’t you understand?” Shyla sneered. Her fingers twirled the pen on the table with a condescending face..

Anya answered coldly, “Because JK Couture liked my design. I wonder if we had some misunderstandings.”

Shyla looked at her in disdain. “I saw your design. I don’t know why they chose you. It’s, like, average.”

“That’s not our topic, right?” Anya said calmly, “If you have any questions, you can ask the staff of the personnel department or Mr. Hanson.”

This Shyla was just another mean Carol.

She wanted to give Anya a hard time.

But Anya was smart. She was not an easy target, nor would she leave any clues.

Anya had to protect her kids.

“I’ll figure that out. I won’t let those who can do nothing bring us into discredit. It’s my duty, Shyla mocked.

She was hostile against Anya. She couldn’t understand why Evan liked such a woman.

Anya could be counted as pretty, but not in the entertainment industry.

Evan had more and better options.

And Anya’s education experience or ability was just average, at least from Shyla’s opinion. Then what? Her family?

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But it was said that her family was way too far to be rich or powerful.

So why? Why did Evan like her?

What skills did she get?

Anya continued while Shyla was thinking, “Since you doubted me, then just ask. Can I go now?”

“Of course not. We haven’t finished yet, Shyla said coldly.

“Go on, please. Anya was speechless.

Why didn’t she just get to the point?

Shyla pointed to a thick stack of papers on her desk. “See? You don’t have to do any design work today. Collect all the information Carol left in one big file.”

“The administrative staff should do this.” Anya froze as she looked at those documents.

It shouldn’t be her job.

She was working on the Foxville convention! How could she make time for this?

“I’m your leader. Do you want to obey my order? Alright, if you don’t want to take this, you can just leave JK Couture. You may deserve better.” Shyla didn’t want to pretend anymore. She said this with a steely tone.

Anya thought for a while and then tried to take the papers. “I’ll do this.”

But Shyla deliberately pushed all the papers from her desk. In a flash, they were all scattered on the floor.

Anya stared at the floor and clenched her fists.

What the hell was that?

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