Desires Die Hard

Chapter 182 Call The Cops? Go Ahead!

Mdm. MacMillan was sixty years old. She had married into the MacMillan family when she was really young and had enjoyed a luxurious life of comfort and wealth since then. As a result, she has aged extremely gracefully. She hardly looked her age at all. In fact, she looked as if she were in her early fifties.

She strode confidently into JK Couture. The receptionist had tried to stop the old lady as politely as she could. It was her job to stop random strangers from barging into the office.

The young woman had not expected such strength from the old lady. Mdm. MacMillan had pushed the receptionist aside firmly. Her sharp eyes had searched the company before finally landing on Anya. Then, she had made a beeline for the young woman.

As soon as she walked up to Anya, the old lady raised her arm. Her eyes were cold and sharp. She was going to hit Anya.

Anya never dropped her guard when it came to anyone from the MacMillan family. The young woman turned away and dodged the hit in time. Mdm. MacMillan’s outstretched palm swung past Anya.

The old lady’s hand hung uselessly in the air. Fury surged through Mdm. MacMillan and turned her cheeks flushed with anger. Her jaw clenched tightly. “What is wrong with you, Anya? You know your sister is in love with him. Why would you try and rob your sister of her love?”

Anya knew it. Her grandmother was here because of Evan and Sydney. She was here to help Sydney make Anya’s life a living hell.

Anya took a cautious step back and eyed the old woman before her coldly. This was her grandmother. But she had been utterly taken in by Melissa, her dear stepmother’s lies and had lost all reason. The old lady had lost her love for Anya. “Mdm. MacMillan, perhaps you should explain yourself.”

“I’m no longer part of your family. Perhaps you should explain why you’re here. You don’t have the right to barge into our company and then try to assault me.”

Anya’s grandmother had treated her like a precious treasure in the past. That had been before Anya’s stepmother had joined the MacMillan family.

Melissa had spurned lies about Anya’s mother and her. Gradually, her grandmother had grown to detest Anya and her mother. The old lady wished they were dead.

Anya had lived with the old woman’s malice for more than a decade. She wasn’t going to take it anymore.

She had borne everything silently in the past because she had still been a part of the MacMillan family. She had been young and hapless. Now, she wasn’t anymore. She was no longer part of the MacMillans. She didn’t have to take such abuse from the family anymore.

“Your tongue’s gotten sharper,” the old lady said as her arm dropped back to her side. Her lips twisted with scorn. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re picking on your sister. You’re just like your dead mother. Vicious and shameless.”

Anya couldn’t take it anymore. She had done so for too long. The young woman grabbed a glass of water on her desk and threw the water in the old woman’s face. “Don’t insult my mother! Leave right now. You’re trespassing. We can call the cops on you.”

Anya didn’t care if the old woman called her names or insulted her. But she wasn’t going to stand by and let her call her mother names. Anya loved her mother. She loved her more than anyone else in the world.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She wouldn’t let anyone insult her mother.

This was the first time Mdm. MacMillan had someone throw water in her face. The fact that the person who had done it was her very own granddaughter made things worse. The old lady was momentarily stunned. It took her some time before she finally recovered from the shock. Then, she was howling with fury. “How dare you, Anya! You’re going to pay for that! How could you do that to your own grandmother? Where are your colleagues? Did all of you see what she’s done? Look at how vicious the woman is. She’s abusing her own grandmother! Look at what she’s done!”

Mdm. MacMillan yelled at the top of her voice and tried to draw the attention of Anya’s colleagues.

Anya appeared unruffled. She had decided to quit. She didn’t care what her colleagues thought of her.

“Look at how vicious she is!” the old lady howled. Anya threw water at her, which had driven Mdm. MacMillan into a mindless rage. She looked nothing like the dignified matriarch of a respectable family. She looked like a mad woman.

The commotion that she was causing did draw some attention. Anya’s colleagues gradually gathered around Anya and her grandmother.

“My granddaughter’s vicious and abusive. She’s also got loose morals.” the old woman gritted her teeth furiously. She seemed intent on ruining Anya’s reputation. Her voice finally drew Jake out of his voice. The man strode towards Anya’s desk and stepped between Anya and her grandmother. His towering form was akin to a shield that protected Anya from the old lady. His voice was dark with anger. “Madam, you’re causing a disturbance at our workplace. If you keep this up, I’ll have no choice but to call the cops.”

“Call the cops? Go ahead! I’ll tell the cops that you assaulted me!” The old lady wiped the water off her cheeks. A cool look of composure settled on her face. She stared coldly at Anya. “Anya, don’t for a second think you’re going to get away with this. I have my ways. You’ll learn your place.”

Anya had no idea what the old woman was talking about. She thought her grandmother was trying to blackmail her with her one-night stand with Evan a year ago.

“Go ahead and tell everyone,” Anya shot back. “You should think carefully before you do that though. Think about who you’re going against. He’s going to destroy your family. He’ll bankrupt you in a single night.”

Mdm. MacMillan knew that. But she wasn’t talking about that incident.

The MacMillans weren’t powerful enough to pit themselves against Evan.

She was talking about Anya’s mother and what the woman had done before she had died.

She wasn’t upset by what Anya had said. Anya might seem utterly fearless right now, but the young woman was going to come crawling to the old lady’s feet. Anya would be begging the old lady then.

The thought of that sent a cold smile to Mdm. MacMillan’s face. “I’m going to remember what you did today, Anya. Pray that you never need my help.”

The old woman turned away and left the company.