All Chapters of Begging the Divorced Heiresses Back: Chapter 671 - Chapter 680

Anya’s POV:I began to feel inexplicably nervous at the conference room entrance, my heart pounding rapidly, “Evan,” I whispered, my voice filled with unease. I am still a bit nervous. Will they give me a hard time later?”He chuckled and adjusted the collar of my shirt as he quietly encouraged me, “Don’t worry.” He said teasingly, “If anyone gives you a hard time, just summon the courage you had when you confronted me before.”He leaned closer and added, “You dared to challenge me, so why would you be afraid of them? Come on, show me a fierce look!”I glared at him. “It’s already such a critical moment, and you still have the mood to joke?” I retorted, my frustration evident.“Relax,” Evan said, his tone half-relaxed and half-serious, “No matter how formidable they are, can they be more formidable than me? Why would you be afraid of them if you dared to challenge even me?”He smiled mischievously and continued, “If anyone gives you a hard time, just hit back fiercely. If you can’t wi

Anya’s POV:In the office, I took a deep breath and exhaled. “Evan, did I overreact just now?” I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty and self-doubt.“No, your performance was excellent,” he said, giving me a thumbs up, his eyes shining with admiration.“Really? Don’t lie to me,” I pleaded.“Why are you losing confidence now?” He said, hooking his arm around my waist, drawing me closer. He looked at me affectionately and indulgently as he gently lifted my chin, his touch reassuring and comforting.“Last night, you deliberately pretended to be asleep and didn’t do the assignment. Now you must make up for it.” He said his voice teasing, his hands playfully wandering. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes.I frowned and turned to the side. My frustration is evident. “Oh, come on. Can you not be childish? Seriously? Can you act more maturely?” I asked my tone a mixture of expression and logging for seriousness.“How I am immature?” He replied nonchalantly, his eyes filled with tende

Zachary’s POV:Once my parents were out of sight, I could no longer keep up the facade.Agonizing, I clutched my head and desperately exclaimed, “Sigh, what am I supposed to do? If Jenny awakens and reveals the truth to our parents, how will I handle it?”Witnessing my distress, Tina let out a cold snort, her skepticism evident. She rebuked, “She has not even regained consciousness yet! How can you be so certain she will wake up?”Those words indicate fire within me, causing my anger to erupt instantly. “Tina, that’s enough! What are you insinuating? Are you secretly hoping my sister won’t wake up?” I exclaimed in furry.“I never said that.” She retorted defensively.“She is my sister. How dare you to curse her like that?” I questioned in a fury.She responded sarcastically, and her tone dripped with malice, “Aren’t you the one who worried about

Evan’s POV:“It was almost Christmas.”“Yeah, it's already the 20Th today. It will be Christmas in five days,” I said, as I subconsciously took two cigarettes from my pocket.Just as I was about to light up, I remembered that Anya had told me smoking, so I held it in.“You can smoke if you want.”“Forget it. It's not good for you to inhale second-hand smoke.”As I spoke, I continued to look at Anya’s abdomen. “Why is no news yet?”“What?”I teased, “What do you think?”She then glared at me in frustration. “We already have three children. We won’t have any more.”“Who says that? I want three more.”“Three more? Do you think I’m a psychological machine?”“Even having just one would be fine. When Jason, Jerry and Flora were born, I was not by their side. I didn’t even have to see them as babies. So there is still some regret.”“Let’s not talk about this anymore. It’s all in the past.”“Do you still hate me?”“I don’t hate you anymore.”I chuckled, “Nonsense! You wanted me dead before, a

Tina’s POV:I looked around and saw that there was no one around.Immediately, I opened my bag and took out a small blue bottle. I then opened the bottle and poured the powder in the coffee.Five minutes later, Marisa came over with the pajamas that Anya rarely wore. “Miss Walter, you should change your clothes first.”“Marisa, I’m sorry. Half of the coffee has been split.”“Ohh, it’s fine. I will just go for another cup.”“Alright, thank you.”Evan’s POV:I sat by the computer in the study, reading the information attentively.There was a knock on the door.“Come in.”Marisa pushed the door open and walked in. She respectfully brought coffee to my desk, “Sir, your coffee.”I didn’t even raise my head and replied indifferently, “Okay, just leave it there.”She didn’t dare to say anything. After putting down the coffee, she hurriedly left the study.As I flipped through the documents, I became increasingly frustrated. The content of the files was giving me a headache.I simply closed t