Begging the Divorced Heiresses Back

Evan's POV:

I left for my office early in the morning. I wanted to take care of my business affairs first before going back to my game with Anya.

When I entered the meeting room, all the executives of the group were already sitting tightly with grim expressions on their faces. "Good morning, Mr, Cater."

As soon as I entered, they all greeted me.

"Let's get started!" I said as I stopped at the end of the long conference table and sat down.

My secretary turned on the projector in a hurry and then served me a hot cup of coffee.

One after another, the executives also turned on their laptops, ready to take notes!

"We will focus on three aspects today, and..."

I said as I opened my laptop, but my voice broke the next second.

As soon as I opened the laptop, a picture popped out.

Moreover, my laptop was connected to the projector so everyone in the room was now looking at a naked picture of a man on the big screen! 'What the hell!'

All executives exchanged shocked glances and some of them were, even so, shocked that they spat out a mouthful of coffee.

Looking at the picture, my eyes filled with murderous intent.

Because I was looking at my face on my naked body.

In the picture, I was posing as if I was some kind of $0.50 stripper, one hand on my waist, the other slapping my butt and blowing everyone a kiss.

I know it was a Photoshop image, but still, it didn't stop my blood pressure from rising.

I hit the off button madly.

'Hacking into my laptop and messing with me!' I would like to see who has so much guts.

To my surprise, the pranks were not just finished. Just then, tons of memes popped up on the big screen.

And they were all about me! In one of them, I was even holding a thing and wiggling.

The jaw of the executives all fell to the floor and they hurriedly buried their heads, low, pretending that they had seen nothing.

However, their slightly shaking seats can't hide the fact that they were laughing secretly.

"Who the hell did this?" I snapped, pounding on the table.

With a deathly pale face, my secretary said hurriedly, "We must have been hacked. I will check the IP address right away."

My face was turned livid. 'Whoever planned this low level-prank on me must be not spared! To be honest, as the leading enterprise of the whole X city, Carter group processed the most high-end facilities! How could be so easy to be broken into?' I thought. "Damn it! It doesn't matter. It only proved that my technical stuff is useless!" I cursed.

Soon, the IP address was traced down, and it appeared to be coming from the Moon Hotel.

I looked at the IP address, frowning. The next second, I thought of something and my face turned grim. "Wasn't Anya Walter living in the Moon Hotel right now. She must have something to do with this."

"That bitch!" I thought to myself, "She can't defeat me in the real world, so she desired to humiliate me with these." I gritted my teeth as my face darkened even more.

"Carlos have you got the papers? About the bet on agreement?"

With a serious look on his face, Carlos quickly handed over the papers. "All done, Mr. Carter. Here they are!"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I took it over and had a brief look. Looking at the terms which are extremely harsh on Anya, I smiled in satisfaction.

"Perfect! I can't I want to watch that bitch bum!"

Kester's POV:

Nine in the morning I escorted Anya to the Walter Group.

The parking lot downstairs was crowded with the reporters, and a crowd of protesters hired by Mia.

"There she is!" one of them called out.

"Get out of X City, you cheeky whore! You are a disgrace to all the people of X city!"

"Shame on you!"

"Anya, are you going to kick your father off the board? Are you going to monopolize the Walter family fortune?" One of the reporters asked. "Make a way!"

"Please, Anya say something!"

"When did you and Mr. Helsen get together? Does Mr. Carter know about your relationship?"

I stretched out my hand to protect Anya, as we were striding to the building. More than a dozen bodyguards were blocking the crowd.

"Throw something on her! Show her what will happen when she hits on the other man!" Someone from the crowd said.

Then the next second, rotten fruit, lunch boxes, water blotters, and all other craps fell on us from all directions like rain.

"Hey stop that," My bodyguards shouted, "We will call the cops if you don't stop!"

Finally, we made it to the elevator and hurried to get inside.

Pale-faced and shivering slightly, Anya just stood there, staring blankly at space.

I clung to her shoulder and whispered in the soft voice, "Its okay, Anya! Don't be afraid. Don't ever pay any attention to these people. They were nothing but hired guns!"

"I'm fine, Kester!" Anya replied absentmindedly, the color drained from his lips.

The elevator door was about to close when suddenly someone held it. And the next second the door slowly opened again.

In the next second, Evan steps into the elevator with his long legs and his livid face. It looks like he didn't avoid being harassed by the reporters either.