Desires Die Hard

After she went back to JK Couture alone, Anya was trying to calm down since her meal with Evan wasn’t quite pleasant.

Her phone rang right after she sat at her table.

The caller ID was unfamiliar.

She didn’t want to pick up an unknown call. But the phone kept ringing, she picked it up after some hesitation. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She heard a sweet yet patronizing voice

“Is it Ms. MacMillan from JK Couture?”

“Yes, I’m, Who’s speaking?” Anya said politely.

Olive said, “I’m the star Olive Boyer. Are you available at 2 this afternoon? Come to my apartment and let’s talk about the dress I’m about to wear for the next event.”

“I am,” replied Anya, but she was confused. She didn’t remember contacting Olive at all.

Why would she call her all of a sudden?

“By the way, Ms. Boyer, may I ask where you got my number from?”

Olive said, “I got it from a designer at JK Couture.” She didn’t mention Carol because her name was trivial. She couldn’t remember anything trivial.

Even if Carol had designed her dress twice, she couldn’t remember her name.

Carol was from JK.

All she knew was Carol

“OK, I see.” Perhaps it was Molly?

“OK then. You’d better hurry.” Then she hung up the phone at once. She had to get her nails done as well. Shane seemed to take a fancy to her nails recently

She had to get her nails well done so that she would make him stay.

It was said that Shane wouldn’t play around with a woman for more than a month. Now that they had been together for 15 days. She was afraid that the rumor was real.

She didn’t quite like Shane, because he was kind of like a pervert, especially in bed.

He would torture her with all kinds of weird toys.

Yet he wasn’t that competent himself.

She didn’t feel good, but she would bear with it for the sake of his money.

Anya hung up p on Olive’s call and started to prepare for the job. The draft, the color board, and some samples.

She packed all the stuff up. She thought a bit about the dress Olive might like and took the bus to her apartment at one- thirty.

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Olive’s apartment was in the downtown of Nordeny. It won two blocks away from Evan’s former apartment. Anya found her apartment according to the address Molly gave her.

She told the guard about her end here and the guard swiped her in.

Anya pressed the button on the 18th floor. She found Anya’s apartment and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened in a few seconds.

Olive’s agent looked up and down at Olive and sold in an arrogant tone, “Are you that JK designer?”

“I am. My name is Anya MacMillan.” Anya wanted to shake her hands.

But the agent just ignored her and said blandly, “Come on In. Change into the slippers. Olive doesn’t like her floor to be mossed.”

Anya got changed and then walked in with the agent.

The starlet, Olive, was sitting right beside the French window and the manicurist was getting her nails done there.

It was unconventional. Anya saw the cat–paw–like manicure for the first time in her life.

They looked horrible.

Anya decided at the first sight that this Olive girl was way tougher than Lola.