Desires Die Hard

Evan Has Never Met Such A Crafty Man

In Cohen's apartment.

Cohen took Anya back, served her tea, and comforted her as if he was really that gentle and tender.

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She would have been stirred by his tenderness.

But the reality was that he changed. She was so wrong to think that he was nice before.

She accidentally introduced trouble to herself.

Anya clenched the cup tight. After some thought, she looked at the man smiling and asked, "Mr. Olson, will you destroy others to achieve your goals?"

It was a sudden question. Cohen was stunned and looked at Anya vigilantly, trying to figure out the reason she asked.

Anya didn't have any expression change. Cohen was confused, and he said, "Of course I won't."

"I don't think you will, either."

"Anya, you should hurry up with the divorce. Since he had mentioned it, I will now find a lawyer for you." Cohen was eager for their divorce.

Hearing his urgent voice, Anya rolled her eyes quietly.

"I will find the best lawyer for you. The Weltons will not give you the custody of your three children, but we can try to get one, such as Eudora," Cohen continued.

Anya frowned. Why did he always mention Eudora? And more weirdly, how did he know about Eudora?

Just as Anya tried to ask, the doorbell rang.

She looked to the door. It was likely Evan.

"Mr. Olson, someone's knocking." Anya withdrew her gaze and reminded Cohen.

Cohen felt annoyed, but he had to open the door.

Who else except a delivery man could it be at such a time?

He thought so, so he opened the door unalerted.

With a bang, Evan kicked him on the chest as Evan had those long enough legs. Cohen was kicked to the ground. He looked painfully at the handsome visitor and the bodyguards behind him.

Cohen stroked his painful chest and stood up with some difficulty. "Mr. Welton, you just intruded into a personal house and hit me. I can call the police."

Evan sneered, not frightened at all. He walked slowly in and said, "I consider catching some cheating actions on me."

He said to the bodyguards behind him, "Teach the adulterer a lesson."

The bodyguards responded to him immediately.

Cohen frowned and stepped back subconsciously ready to defend.

But the bodyguards were not going to hit him.

They scattered and smashed things like pillows and handiworks.

It was not enough. They then smashed things at corners.

It was surely just an excuse.

They were actually finding Paula.

"Mr. Welton, it's illegal." Why were the bodyguards cracking things in his home?

Cohen gnashed his teeth.

"I am punishing the adulterer. The police wouldn't care about such things." Evan ignored Cohen's warning. He walked past Cohen and to Anya. He held Anya's hand and said on purpose, "Darling, you shouldn't be here before I sign the divorce paper. You should be punished."

Anya kept silent. Just let him act angry.

Cohen had planned to rush over and protect Anya, but he saw intimacy in Anya's eyes.

Now he realized it.

Fine. Anya was a bitch. She lied to him.

She wasn't innocent anymore with Evan.

Cohen looked at them coldly. While they were talking, the bodyguards found a secret room in the basement.

Paula was in there, but she had fainted.

When the bodyguard carried her out in his arms, Evan immediately asked them to send her to the hospital.

The bodyguards did it and left.

Evan then said to Cohen indifferently, "Any explanation, Cohen?"

Cohen snorted. He walked close to Evan deliberately and said, "What can I say? How would I know that she is here? Don't slander me."

Someone would be his scapegoat. They found Paula at his place. So what?

He wouldn't be held accountable.

"How cunning you are." Evan never met such a crafty man.

"You are not bad. Good actors." Cohen stared at Anya coldly. He smiled bitterly and then laughed. "I was tricked."

His laugher was scary. Anya held Evan anxiously. "Honey."

"It's OK." Evan comforted her and pulled her to behind him.

"Mr. Welton, you'd better call the police now. Otherwise, you are not exonerated for Ms. Tucker's death." Cohen sat calmly on the sofa and took a document out.

It was Paula's stamped transcript telling her being kidnapped.