Married at First Sight

Suddenly, Evan remembered what Abby had told him about her mortal enemy- Paisley Hache, the daughter of the Hache family.

Paisley had even tried sending him gifts once, but he didn't know her and had no interest in accepting anything from a woman who wasn't Abby. He threw all the

gifts away.

Could this be that same Paisley?

After thinking it over, Evan said quietly, "Please ask Miss Hache to come in."noveldrama

He wanted to see for himself if this woman was really Abby's so-called rival.

What did she look like? How dare she try to compare herself to Abby or try to steal him away?

No one could compare to Abby.

Even if the Hache family was wealthy and powerful, Evan didn't care. He only loved Abby- his Fox. No matter how impressive another woman seemed, she wouldn't even catch his eye.

He allowed Paisley in mainly to see what she looked like-so he could recognize her in the future and protect Abby from her.

As Abby once said, if he didn't even know what Paisley looked like, she might try to manipulate him, and he'd fall into her trap without realizing it.

He had already asked his older brother for two bodyguards, who were supposed

to arrive today—but they hadn't shown up yet.

Still, since this was his own office, Evan wasn't worried.

And he wasn't that easy to manipulate anyway.

Once Evan gave the okay, the manager informed the security guard on duty: "Boss York said Miss Hache can come in. Open the gate and let her drive

through."

The guard, who'd already been annoyed by Paisley's persistence, was relieved. Since their security room wasn't yet equipped with a phone to contact Evan

directly, it was hard to leave the post and go find him inside.

Thankfully, the manager had shown up and made the call.

The company hadn't officially launched yet, so it was rare for someone to show up asking to see Boss York-especially a young, attractive woman.

The guard opened the gate, and Paisley drove in.

The manager hadn't seen the pile of luxury gifts in the back seat of her car. If he

had, he could've guessed her real intentions in seconds-and probably wouldn't have made that call.

Ten minutes later.

Paisley, holding the gifts, was escorted by an employee to the fifth floor and shown to Evan's office.

The employee knocked. After getting permission, he opened the door and led her in.

"Boss York, Miss Hache is here," the employee said.

Evan nodded, and the employee stepped aside, leaving the office discreetly.

Evan looked up at Paisley as she entered, noticing the several luxurious shopping bags in her hands.

He frowned slightly.

Still, out of courtesy, he stood and gestured politely. "Miss Hache, please have a seat."

Paisley walked straight over and placed the gifts on his desk-a designer suit, a tie, and a pricey watch.

She didn't sit down right away. Instead, she glanced around the room, taking in the office décor.

Evan was also sizing her up.

She wore heavy makeup, trendy designer clothes, and flashy jewelry. She carried a limited edition Hermès bag.

But to him, no one looked more elegant and graceful than Abby.

Abby didn't need expensive accessories-she carried herself with natural class. She didn't even need makeup to be beautiful. She was just... born that way.