His Devious Rule

Anya stood in front of brand new clothes hanging on the clothes rack. It looked like a mini showroom. There were four racks. They had formal wear for her and Alvin. Alvin had all the business suits whereas she had many choices. Dresses, skirts, and suits with a variety of options for an overcoat.

"Mrs. Matthews, could you please choose your outfit first so that we could do your makeup accordingly? If you have any particular theme or idea in mind, please do let us know." Because Anya was late and they were running out of time.

Anya, who was used to doing everything on her own, took time to let the two guys and three ladies help her choose the outfit and get her ready for the conference.

Seeing Anya confused with the suits, a guy asked her as she didn't seem like those arrogant females they had served, "Mrs. Matthews, how do you envision yourself next to Mr. Matthews in the event?"

Anya awkwardly smiled. May it be a painting or art piece, artistic people find emotions behind each piece. So she gave it a thought about how would prefer to appear with Alvin.

She didn't want to look like an assistant to Alvin. Rather than looking dominant or bossy, cold or unapproachable, she wanted to look like Alvin's partner. She didn't want to stand as an equal to him but as a supporter. "Subtle, yet bold."

The guy flashed him a formal smile and pulled out a pink blazer and skirt. Anya immediately rebuffed, "I don't want to look like a delicate little girl." She got that vibe from the pretty baby pink collar.

The guy pulled out a white suit and held the three pieces for her to look at. He spoke about it before she decided to reject it, "Mrs. Matthews, this suit is specially made for you. If the…"

Anya didn't waste time on an explanation of the brand or the designer. Those things didn't matter to her. Her eyes brushed over the quarter sleeves and the unique hem of the blazer with golden buttons detailing so she cut in, "I will go with this."

The five: "…"

Sitting in front of the mirror, Anya looked at the five's reflections on the mirror. She briefed, "Alright guys, I know you will have ten-twenty steps for the perfect makeup look. But could you guys let me look natural in my skin? And there are only ten minutes." Anya had seen Krystle getting the makeup done and it's time-consuming. Alvin will get late and she didn't want to be the reason.

The five flustered. Ten minutes? They were there to do her hair, face, manicure, pedicure, and nails. In short, everything.

Her shoulder-length hair might not take a long time but the makeup on her face would take a minimum of half an hour.

Anya gave the ultimatum looking at them perplexed, "Or else, you may leave."

The five quickly got into work, pulling the chair to the spacious place. A guy started doing her hair, and a girl watched Anya's face, mapping out her features. Another one immediately started taking care of her nails and the last one was helping others out by grabbing whatever they wanted.

Anya: "…"

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Outside the room,

Unlike Rob, Alvin didn't consider Casper to be behind the recent attack. Even if Casper wishes to kill him, Casper wasn't stupid to use the Matthews trucks. This could be done by a person who either wants Alvin to suspect Casper or wasn't smart enough.

Alvin took Rob's mobile and watched the three videos. The videos weren't clear due to the heavy fog. They could barely make out the movements. However, they could identify as soon as the Rolls Royce passed. the truck would move in just a split second. Even a second late would have caused a collision.

He grabbed his mobile and dialed Ean's number. The call was answered almost immediately and Ean burst out, [What the f**k, Alvin. I'm going to host the conference and that's the final. If these people stop me, I'm going to break their heads.]

Alvin indeed asked others to take over Ean's work so that Ean could sit and rest. His friend doesn't appreciate it, fine, he didn't care. "Was Benjamin Matthews at the office when you went to the Matthews Industries?" Against Ean's outburst, Alvin's coldness was threatening.

Benjamin was a vice president of Matthews Industries. Other than Casper, he could also use the company resources. So he was suspicious of him.

[Err… Yeah, he was there. What happened?]

On the surface Benjamin Matthews, was faithful to the main Matthews family but which man isn't ambitious? If not him, his son would love to take the throne of Matthews Industries.

So the point was, Was Benjamin Matthews feeling threatened by Alvin's appearance? Or was he feeding this information to somebody?

"Who else was there?" Alvin asked, ignoring Ean's question.

[Secretary Harrison.] Ean responded and asked in an irritated voice, [What is going on, Alvin?"]

Secretary Harrison was loyal to Casper, he wouldn't feed the news to anybody. Alvin didn't respond to Ean's question again and instructed him, "Don't use my car." He couldn't trust in the fools others will hire.

Before Ean could have another outburst, Alvin heard the door opening. He hung up the call and turned to the door to look at his wife, ignoring he was in the middle of unwrapping the attack.

The one who came to his view wasn't his wife. So Alvin shifted his gaze, cursing his fate. He had anticipated the troubles that day and he decided to settle but he hadn't expected that he wouldn't get time with his Little Donut even after returning.

Just when he gave up catching the glimpse of his wife, he heard her voice, grateful, yet distant, "Thank you for your hard work." She was sending the five away.

Then she stood in front of Alvin and mused, "Now I know why rich look good." She was amused at how her everyday look changed with professional whirlwind makeup.

Alvin watched his wife. In the past or present, he was looking at Anya in makeup for the first time. Although she didn't have those heavy layers of makeup on her skin, he could see the blush and soft peach eyeshadow making her look delicate. Whereas the wavy hair and the bold red lips made her fair skin glow.

He wanted to drag whoever says his wife was not good-looking enough and give them a glimpse of his beautiful wife.

Rob: "…"

Rob couldn't believe Alvin was in the mood to ogle his wife when somebody was trying to kill him. He wanted to remind them of the time but silently exited the suite, trying his best to avoid the door making a loud noise.

Anya recalled Zane's words. 'Chipmunk Monster is infatuated by you. Ask him to focus on the conference too.' Holding back her smile, she grumbled pointing at her face, "See, I have to work so hard because of you." He was still stunning without doing anything to his handsome face and she had different cream and powder on her face.

Instead of complimenting her, Alvin deadpanned, "Not bad, you could pull off the delicate look of a wife."

Anya: 😵

One moment, he will be so sweet and caring, she will be like ice cream melting with the sizzling hot chocolate. Or else, he will be an insensitive and unreasonable jerk who mocks her. Here she was getting happy thinking they would steal the show.

He deserves a punch in the face, doesn't he?