His Devious Rule

Chapter 565  A Devious Plan

Chapter 565  A Devious Plan

Restraining Anya and taking her surroundings under control without her permission was the worst thing one could do to her.

She was itching to punch Casper Matthews in the face while sitting in the green room, at the backstage of the auditorium.

She was losing her control and failing to keep her composure which was worrying the two being next to her.

Forcing a faint smile on her face, she tried to unburden her friend who left all the work to be her support, "Don't worry, Krystie."

Then she carried her darling son and placed him on her lap. "Why does my baby have frowns?" She gently massaged his temples to loosen his tight brows.

Well, the two in front of her knew she was faking it. Krystle knew Anya wasn't scared of the stage or her seminar but something was bothering her.

Zane cupped his mother's face, and asked her directly, "Momma, what happened?"

A lot was happening out of her control. Casper had deceitfully changed her whole schedule and hid it from her with a fake invite card.

The events weren't as mentioned on her invite card they received yesterday night. Casper feared Anya might attend the seminar and leave by faking some emergency.

Thus, there was an award recognition ceremony first, followed by lunch, then the seminar. The dean of the university cordially welcomed her, briefing her about the events without knowing Casper had fooled them and using her.

The students from the computer science department at the Imperial University were supposed to be her audience. But there were a lot of students, upscaling the event to some mini-concert in an auditorium.

Without letting go of the chance, Casper informed the media company about the seminar. Hence they will be attending the seminar too as per the dean's briefing.

Instead of awareness of the Ethical hacking and security of the network, the event was looking like a publicity stunt to promote her as a daughter-in-law of the Matthews family.

She couldn't say all these to her son. He was a kid and she has to protect his naivety as long as possible.

She couldn't brief those to Krystle. Because Krystle will go and punch Casper in front of the whole media. Krystle and the Lewis family were the last things she wanted to pull through the media's negative attention.

worried that my baby might not like my seminar." She pouted.

Krystle: ?

Her worry appeared on her face but she lied, "Mommy could be a bad speaker. So I'm worried that my baby might not like my seminar." She pouted.

Krystle: ?

Zane chuckled when he heard her. Standing on the couch, he kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her neck. "Momma, you are the best teacher I have." He sincerely exclaimed, "I will certainly like your seminar." He encouraged her, believing her words.

Anya was giggling, getting pampered by her son while Krystle looked at the kid who probably wouldn't understand anything Anya was going to talk about. Yet, there he was, bunking his school to be her muse.

"Argh, stop making me envious of you two." She slumped on the couch and shivered at the thought of having a baby. She was sane-minded to know there wouldn't be another Zane.

Suddenly, "Ahhh…." Zane cried when a pair of hands peeled him from his mother. He chided without even looking at the culprit, "Chipmunk Monster, don't you have work to do at the office?" Zane wriggled in the air before Alvin placed the little man in Krystle's arms.

Alvin raised his brows indifferently, "Little Chipmunk, don't you have school to attend?"

Krystle burst into laughter while the two stared at each other. Nevertheless, she soon grasped that behind the childish stare of Alvin, he was there to speak with Anya.

Coaxing Zane, she took him to the auditorium to take their seats. She furrowed when she saw Zane's name on a front-row seat right next to Casper's seat. She refused to let the cunning man sit next to her godson. She took him to her assigned seat and placed him on her lap.

Meanwhile, inside the green room, Alvin tried to lighten the air, seeing her restless, "Your team doesn't have to do any work." He meant Casper was going to publicize the event over all types of media.

Anya restrained from glancing at the camera in the room and murmured to her husband, "I'm craving to punch his face, hard and unrecognizable."

Alvin reached out and tugged her into his embrace. He got to know about the change in the event schedule when his bodyguards reached the university to increase her safety protocol.

"Okay hear me out, How about you take control of the stage right from the beginning?" He meant avoiding the emcee who would make sure to stretch the ceremony till lunch and reduce the importance of the seminar.

Anya stepped back from his arms as she tilted her head to completely understand what he meant by his words.

Alvin made her sit and narrated his plan. They can't bypass the media that doesn't mean they have to play on Casper's terms. Anya's lips curled into a wide O while hearing Alvin.

Shortly, Rob silently entered the room and placed her laptop on the center table.

She hummed, considering Alvin's plan and how she could put it into action. Then she nodded in acceptance, "Being devious is more convenient sometimes." Grabbing her laptop, she quickly got to work.

Alvin nodded at Rob who left to instruct and prepare their team. Then he turned to Anya whose face started to glow for taking control over the events and for having a chance to get rid of Casper.

Watching her side profile, the sly smirk at the corner of her lips, he flirted with her, "Now that I have solved your problem, Officer Owen, don't you think I deserve a reward?" He was planning to take her out on a dinner date.

Anya, who hacked into the network efficiently, glanced at her handsome husband. She nodded, almost surprising him but, "A bottle of champagne." She reminded him of the night.

Alvin: ?

Anya giggled, meeting his glare. She had cuddled a champagne bottle to sleep after kicking her husband off the bed. Drunk Anya Owen never fails to baffle him.

She closed her laptop once she hacked the audio mixer of the auditorium. She pecked his lips and coaxed him, "You need to complete more of your work before we go on a long vacation. So no plans that waste your time. I will cook something delicious for you tonight."

Before Alvin could respond, one of the organizing committee students knocked on the door, "Mrs. Matthews, it's time to get on the stage."

Anya nodded at the student as she stood up with her laptop. She looked back at her husband and complained in a low voice, "These people are stressing Mrs. Matthews as if that's the reason for my award." She wasn't against being addressed as Alvin's wife but Casper's reason was entirely different.

Alvin understood what she meant. He grabbed the marker pen that was on the table and handed it to her. He stressed her name, "You are Anya Owen."

She wasn't just his wife. She doesn't have to carry the Matthews family name just because they are married. She was more than that and he was proud of her.

Anya didn't understand why he was giving her a marker pen that she used to sign on a picture to add to the wall of fame. Nevertheless, she was pleased to hear his supportive words.

It was time to teach Casper another lesson.