Desires Die Hard

Carol and Tammy continued chatting about working for EU Designs on their way there. Everyone arrived at the destination one after another half an hour later.

They stopped chatting about EU Designs when everyone started arriving. They acted warm and friendly as they chatted with their colleagues while they entered the private room for dinner.

Anya went in last with Jake and another female designer.

After everyone had entered the private room, the three of them finally y went in.

Jake told the waiter to send the food when everyone was seated. Since he was in a good mood, he was very generous with the food.

In Anya’s opinion at least, he had ordered rather expensive dishes. However, Jake was highly paid and could probably afford it.

Anya quietly ate throughout dinner. The atmosphere was warm and lively over dinner on the surface at least.

Carol was especially nice to Anya. Was she deliberately acting chummy with Anya in front of Jake? Or did she have some other plans?

Halfway through dinner, Carol stood up with a glass of fruit juice in hand and said to Anya, “Allow me to offer you a toast. I know there was some misunderstanding between us in the past, I hope we can move on and be friends.”

Carol was a respectable senior designer, so Anya would definitely drink with her, but Anya could still keenly remember everything Carol tried to do to her.

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She acted humbly as she thanked Carol, “I look forward to working with you even more closely in the future.”

“That goes without saying.” Carol narrowed her eyes as she finished the glass of juice with an ambiguous smile on her face.

Anya finished her drink as well as a sign of respect.

However, Carol always had some way to get back at Anya. The moment Carol finished drinking the juice, she made her intentions clear. “Where is the fun in just drinking juice?”

“What do you think?”

How could any of the other designers object when she asked?

Everyone promptly chimed in, “Then shall we order some red wine?”

“Anya, would you like a drink?” said Carol as she poured half a glass of wine for herself before going over to Anya and picking up the wine glass in front of her. “Let me pour you some.”

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“My bad. I can’t drink.” She was still breastfeeding her children. How could she drink alcohol?

“What’s the matter? Am I not good enough for you to drink with?” said Carol put on a fake smile. “Do you not want to put things behind us?”

Anya glanced at Carol as she sneered in her heart. She certainly had no intention of being friends with Carol. She could still keenly remember Carol poisoning her drink previously. Although there was no hard evidence against Carol, no one else in the company would want to hurt her as Carol did.

Since there were a lot of designers watching, it was not the right time for her to get into a fight with Carol, so she could only reply gently, “I honestly can’t drink alcohol.”

“Forget it. It’s true that she isn’t much of a drinker.” Jake noticed what was going on and promptly helped Anya get out of this situation.

The moment he tried to help, an evil look blazed in Carol’s eyes. Her lips curved into a smile as she laughed coldly. “Mr. Hanson, are you her savior or something?”

Jake turned the wine glass in front of him as he said firmly. “If you were unable to drink wine, I would have done the same for you. Go back to your seat. Let’s continue partying elsewhere after dinner,”

Carol chuckled. She did not go on making things hard for Anya. However, she suddenly came close to Anya’s ear as she turned and whispered, “Anya MacMillan, you aren’t going to be lucky forever.” The moment she finished her sentence, she wanted to head back to her seat with her wine glass.

Anya suddenly cut her off and smiled with confidence. “I will keep investigating the poisoning incident.“”

She was not going to let the culprit get away with this.

The moment she finished her sentence, Carol’s face went slightly stiff. She was dying to pour red wine at her. Since all her colleagues were present, she could only keep a straight face as she went back to her seat angrily.