Reign Of The Asura

Chapter 8 I'm Her Boyfriend!

Vanessa's office was on the top floor. Spacious, tidy, and cold, exactly like its owner.

Bianca went back to her desk outside, while Evan followed Vanessa in without the slightest hesitation. He went straight to the long sofa in the corner of the room, lay down, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.

"You just get to work, Miss Vanessa. Pretend I'm not here." He waved a hand lazily. "Good luck, yeah?"

Vanessa frowned.

"This man really doesn't see himself as an outsider at all," Vanessa said to herself.

"Young Master, smoking isn't allowed in my office," she scolded.

"Make an exception just for me, okay?" Evan put on a pitiful face. "Just one. Please? Please?"

Vanessa stared at him for a few seconds. She couldn't be bothered to argue with someone like this, because she knew she wouldn't win. In the end, she only sighed, sat down in her chair, and opened the file on her desk.

Evan smiled in satisfaction and blew smoke toward the ceiling.

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A short while later, there was a knock on the door.

The room was soundproof, so Vanessa pressed the button for the special speaker on her desk.

"Come in."

The door opened. A female employee showed in a young man about Evan's age. He was neatly dressed, his suit was expensive, and his hair was slicked back. In his hand was a bouquet of red roses.

The moment he saw Vanessa, the man's eyes lit up.

"Good morning, Miss Vanessa." A bright smile spread across his lips.

On the sofa, Evan was still lying there comfortably. He looked at the man with one eyebrow raised.

Vanessa sent her employee away, then looked at her guest with an indifferent gaze.

"What business brings you to see me, Young Master Dean?"

"Miss Vanessa, may I sit down first?" Young Master Dean asked. He still hadn't noticed there was someone else in the room.

Vanessa nodded.

Young Master Dean sat in the chair in front of Vanessa's desk, then held out the bouquet in his hand.

"So, I'd like to discuss a partnership. But before that... please accept these. I remember you like roses. I bought them on my way here."

"Hehe. Since when does a business partnership come with roses?"

The voice came from the direction of the sofa.

Young Master Dean turned his head, and his expression changed instantly. A handsome man was lying comfortably on Vanessa's sofa, enjoying a cigarette as if the room belonged to him.

"Miss Vanessa, he's..."

"I'm her boyfriend!" Evan answered before Vanessa could even open her mouth.

Young Master Dean's face darkened at once.

Vanessa herself was dazed. Boyfriend? Since when?

Young Master Dean took a breath, trying to calm himself down. He looked at Vanessa.

"Miss Vanessa, is that true?"

Vanessa was quiet for a moment. Her eyes flicked to the bouquet of roses, then to the face of the man who, for years, had refused to understand the word no.

"It's true," she answered flatly. "He is my boyfriend."

Young Master Dean's breathing grew heavy. His face darkened even more.

Evan got up from where he was lying, sat upright, then propped both feet up on the table.

"If you want to talk about a partnership, go ahead. But only a partnership! Don't go mixing it up with matters of the heart." He pointed at the bouquet with his cigarette. "Those red roses of yours, just take them back home with you."

Young Master Dean fixed him with a sharp glare.

"You'd better stay away from Miss Vanessa."

Evan grinned.

"Yo, bro... why are you suddenly telling me to stay away from Vanessa?"

"What do you mean by telling him to stay away from me, Young Master Dean?" Vanessa asked as well, her tone cold.

"A man like him isn't worthy of you!" Young Master Dean pointed at Evan. "Just look at how he acts. He has no manners whatsoever! Lying around however he likes, smoking in someone else's office, putting his feet on the table. Someone like this has to be nothing but a street thug who's after your money!"

"Don't go badmouthing this handsome guy," Evan said casually. "You really think that if you do that... my beautiful woman is just gonna fall right into your arms?"

Young Master Dean went silent, his jaw tight.

"Young Master Dean, how many times have I told you?" Vanessa set down her pen. "Don't interfere in my personal affairs. It would be better if you kept your distance from me. I have never had any feelings for you."

As it turned out, Young Master Dean had been after Vanessa for a long time, and he'd been rejected more than once.

Young Master Dean's anger exploded. But he didn't take it out on Vanessa. He turned on Evan instead.

"Vanessa has to be my woman! You... if you want to stay safe... stay away from her!"

Evan laughed.

"Yo, and who exactly are you, huh? Which elite family are you from? You've got some nerve, telling me what to do! And you even dare to threaten me. How terrifying."

"I'm from the Dori family!" Young Master Dean lifted his chin. "A first-class family in this city! You ought to know what it costs to offend me."

He waited. He wanted to see the man go pale, start trembling, then rush to apologize.

Unfortunately, he was in for a disappointment. Evan's expression looked more like he was watching a clown.

Hearing that threat, it was Vanessa who got angry.

"Young Master Dean, you said earlier that you wanted to discuss a partnership. If you're not going to discuss it after all... please leave!"

"Miss Vanessa!" Young Master Dean's voice dropped low. "You would actually dare to throw me out?"

Evan got up from the sofa. He walked over to Vanessa, stood behind her chair, then placed both hands on her shoulders.

Vanessa's body froze. She shot Evan a sharp sidelong look.

Evan paid it no mind.

"Bro, you threatened me just now. Listen carefully." His smile was lazy. "That Dori family you're so proud of... hehe, in my eyes... it's nothing at all!"

Young Master Dean's face turned bright red. Never in his life had anyone looked down on him like this.

"You..." His finger pointed at Evan, trembling.

He rose from his chair and looked at Vanessa.

"Vanessa, just look at this man! He's so arrogant! If you stay with him..."

"That's enough!" Vanessa cut him off. "Young Master Dean, please leave! Stay out of my personal affairs!"

Bang!

Young Master Dean slammed his hand on the desk. His finger was now pointing straight at Vanessa's face.

"Vanessa! If you dare to offend me and still refuse to be my woman, I'm telling you right now, you'll regret it!" His voice was loud, echoing through the soundproof room. "You and your whole family..."

Evan's face turned cold.

His smile vanished.

He waved his hand, lightly, like he was swatting away a fly.

Whoosh!

A wave of energy slammed hard into Young Master Dean's chest. His body was thrown backward, crashed into the wall with a heavy thud, then slid down to the floor.

Fresh blood sprayed from his mouth.

The bouquet of red roses fell and scattered beside him.

Vanessa was stunned. She turned toward Evan, and for a moment she barely recognized the man who had done nothing but joke around all morning.