'I won't trust you again.'
Alvin felt wronged hearing her, "Little Donut, you can't get angry twice for the same thing." He argued, swiftly following her. He caught her hand and tugged her inside the office by blocking her way out.
Anya didn't fight against his actions. Glaring at the man, she was itching to bite him hard or grab his hair as she had seen in dramas or scratch his oh-so-handsome face, or should she choke him?
Meeting her narrowed eyes, Alvin cleared his throat and tried to justify his actions, "Little Donut, I..."
Anya warned him, "Don't even say you had no choice." Her voice was sharp, trying to stand her ground for being angered.
Alvin: "..."
He really had no choice but to trick her into the signatures on papers. Well, he didn't deceive her twice. On the day she signed the marriage registration papers, he also included the legal papers for transferring eight percent of Matthews Industries shares to Anya.
They weren't married, he wasn't sure what Anya would decide about them and he had to choose a person to register the shares. Even if Anya hadn't agreed to marry him, he was willing to secure their life. At least they wouldn't have lacked money in his absence.
He hadn't told her because she would definitely turn him down and wouldn't touch a penny. Now that Zane's name was included, she wouldn't be able to return the shares until Zane turns eighteen.
Alvin has the power of attorney over the eight percent shares. Summing up, he has a total of twenty percent shares in his control. The world thinks as Skylark bought twenty percent of the shares but only Ean, and Rob knew the reality.
Instead of coaxing her or explaining himself, Alvin tapped on her nose and advised her, "You should trust me more and get deceived."
He had heard and seen women coveting others' wealth or greed for more whereas his wife doesn't even spend a penny of his. What else could he do but deceive her to give her more?
Anya couldn't believe he was still thinking of deceiving her. She asked sarcastically, "Why? To make me a billionaire to multi-billionaire?" She rolled her eyes.
Trust? She was feeling like he trusts her way too much than necessary. Wasn't he scared she would run away with all his money? Or plot against him with the same money?
Keeping his tricks aside, she works for administration and she needs to be aware of every penny that was in her name. If she was questioned, she might end up telling the truth that she knows but it would be a lie.
Could she tell the chief officers that her husband deceived her?
A throaty, hearty chuckle slipped through his lips upon hearing her. Well, it was a great idea. He knew he would repeat this, making her rich while using it for his business benefits.
Anya's lips threatened to arc watching him laugh. It was genuine without a hint of sin. She didn't know what to do with Alvin. He was indulging her way too much.
What could she do for him?
Nothing but make him happy.
Before Alvin could counter her words, he saw her eyes widen, her hands held her head, and cried, "Alvin Matthews, I have to pay the tax four times what I earn for the whole year."
He couldn't believe she calculated her tax payment so swiftly. It only made him laugh at her antics. After some of her drama in his office, he briefed her about his financial situation.
"Goofball, a smart businessman or an investor would never invest all his money in one place. Even if our shares were invalidated, I won't go bankrupt and Skylark will function normally with a bit of loss."
He wouldn't blame her for thinking he might go bankrupt because that's how he was showing to the world or the public. The outsiders don't have to know about his or his company's business model.
With her lips curled into a big O, Anya nodded in understanding. She has zero knowledge about business and investments so she was ready to learn about it.
Alvin assured her, "If you hear a threat, an article, or anything against Skylark or business, never get jelly." He didn't want him to be her weakness and do any kind of sacrifice, "Even if I slip somewhere, I can handle my mistakes. Alright?" He never wanted her to worry so much for him or his business.
Trusting him and his abilities, Anya sweetly agreed with a nod, "Okay."
Alvin's lips arced resignedly watching her. He met her again when she was a terrific officer, a lovely mother, and a strong woman. Being with him, she had become a sweet little wife who started to trust him blindly. Yet roars at him like a wild kitten that she doesn't trust him.
Without noticing his adoring eyes, Anya jerked up from the couch, recalling her job complication, "Right... Alvin, Chief Justice, and Chief Jason warned me that you and Zane might fall in trouble because of my next mission." Hence the secret service officers' identities aren't revealed.
Even if she put on a drama of retirement from her job on national television, there will be over smart people who could deduce it might not be a coincidence that she became a dean at Imperial University.
Alvin followed her, tugged to every corner of the office as he heard her explain the interior and every minute detail. In the end, Anya loudly breathed out and pouted, "I know you don't like this interior, but wooden interiors aren't flexible with the technology and they are easier to bug. You can change the colors to brown and black."
Alvin didn't bother about the interior anymore. His focus was on her mission and the complication in it. Leaning on the desk, he tugged her into his arms. "How much do you rate from 1 to 10 for the complexity of this mission?" His voice was grave with a hint of suspicion.
Anya sheepishly grinned, hoping he wasn't going to stop her, "If you believe me, I can solve this mission in 6 months to a year." Nevertheless, she had three years of time.
Alvin wasn't underestimating her. She was getting an award because she excels in her field. However, he didn't let her evade his question, "That wasn't my question, Little Donut."
Anya's smile faded when she revealed the truth, "Nine out of ten." The clues they had gathered were directing them to international agencies.
Alvin's expression darkened upon hearing her. His unyielding voice commanded her coldly, "Resign your job."
Anya: "..."
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