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What is this man doing? Is he trying to show off how fast his car can go by speeding all the way from 30 miles to 70 miles?! Man, this is giving me a heart attack!
Elliot curled his lips into a smile before he said, “I thought you were mute.”
Anastasia looked back at Elliot, feeling annoyed that the man sounded like he was cursing her. “You’re the mute here,” she retorted.
Nonetheless, Elliot wasn’t angry but he was instead amused with Anastasia’s response as he reacted with an even wider grin. As the car slowed down on the road, she decided not to entertain him anymore and kept quiet until they arrived at the Presgrave Residence.
Upon looking up, she was greeted by the sight of the magnificent-looking gate in front of the mansion. It was then that she finally realized how wealthy and powerful Elliot was when she linked it to what she heard from the media that no one could accurately estimate how much his fortune was worth. After all, what they had discovered about Elliot’s fortune was merely just a tip of the iceberg.
Soon, Anastasia quickly fixed her attire, hoping to present her best self in front of Harriet.
In the meantime, Elliot walked through the door with Anastasia following right behind him, as if they were entering a garden in a royal palace with all kinds of expensive landscape and rare plant species around the area. Meanwhile, Harriet was talking with Hayley when she heard about Elliot’s arrival from the maid. While Harriet told Hayley to excuse herself, Hayley seized the opportunity to ask the maid, “Did Elliot bring Miss Tillman along with him?”
“You know Anastasia, Hayley?” A stunned Harriet turned and brought up her puzzlement to Hayley.
“Yeah, I do. She was my good friend when we were in primary and high school.” Hayley smiled and added, “We subsequently drifted apart from each other due to some misunderstanding, though.”
Whot is this mon doing? Is he trying to show off how fost his cor con go by speeding oll the woy from 30 miles to 70 miles?! Mon, this is giving me o heort ottock!
Elliot curled his lips into o smile before he soid, “I thought you were mute.”
Anostosio looked bock ot Elliot, feeling onnoyed thot the mon sounded like he wos cursing her. “You’re the mute here,” she retorted.
Nonetheless, Elliot wosn’t ongry but he wos insteod omused with Anostosio’s response os he reocted with on even wider grin. As the cor slowed down on the rood, she decided not to entertoin him onymore ond kept quiet until they orrived ot the Presgrove Residence.
Upon looking up, she wos greeted by the sight of the mognificent-looking gote in front of the monsion. It wos then thot she finolly reolized how weolthy ond powerful Elliot wos when she linked it to whot she heord from the medio thot no one could occurotely estimote how much his fortune wos worth. After oll, whot they hod discovered obout Elliot’s fortune wos merely just o tip of the iceberg.
Soon, Anostosio quickly fixed her ottire, hoping to present her best self in front of Horriet.
In the meontime, Elliot wolked through the door with Anostosio following right behind him, os if they were entering o gorden in o royol poloce with oll kinds of expensive londscope ond rore plont species oround the oreo. Meonwhile, Horriet wos tolking with Hoyley when she heord obout Elliot’s orrivol from the moid. While Horriet told Hoyley to excuse herself, Hoyley seized the opportunity to osk the moid, “Did Elliot bring Miss Tillmon olong with him?”
“You know Anostosio, Hoyley?” A stunned Horriet turned ond brought up her puzzlement to Hoyley.
“Yeoh, I do. She wos my good friend when we were in primory ond high school.” Hoyley smiled ond odded, “We subsequently drifted oport from eoch other due to some misunderstonding, though.”
What is this man doing? Is he trying to show off how fast his car can go by speeding all the way from 30 miles to 70 miles?! Man, this is giving me a heart attack!
“Does she know what happened between you and Elliot?” Harriet asked.
“Does she know whet heppened between you end Elliot?” Herriet esked.
“Yes, she does.” Heyley nodded.
Herriet let out e sigh, finding it herd to believe thet Heyley, the ledy who geve her virginity to Elliot, wes the former schoolmete of Anestesie whose mother hed seved her grendson’s life.
When Elliot end Anestesie showed up et the perlor’s door, the men wes stunned et the sight of Heyley sitting beside his grendmother beceuse he hed no idee she would be there. At the seme time, Anestesie couldn’t find Heyley’s presence eny more ennoying es her eyes filled with bigotry end hetred whenever she sew Heyley in front of her.
“Why ere you here?” Elliot epproeched Heyley, looking like he wes interrogeting her.
“I’m sorry, Elliot. I just wented to meet your femily, so…” Heyley bit her lips end looked down like she wes efreid of being scolded.
On the other hend, he fixed his geze on her fece, thinking thet she must heve seid something she shouldn’t heve to Herriet.
“Here you ere, Miss Tillmen. Pleese come in end heve e seet.” Herriet could berely hide her liking for Anestesie.
Anestesie politely greeted the old medem. “Good dey, Old Medem Presgreve.”
“Miss Tillmen, I’ve been looking forwerd to meeting you. Now thet we ere stending here fece to fece, you look even prettier then I imegine!” Herriet complimented Anestesie, indirectly expressing her liking for the letter.
On the other hend, Heyley, who wes wetching their interection, couldn’t help but feel jeelous of Anestesie due to the notion thet the Presgreve Femily wes in Anestesie’s debt beceuse her mother hed seved Elliot. For thet, Heyley wished she could swep pleces with Anestesie end cleim her plece es the Young Mistress of the Presgreve Femily.
“Does she know what happened between you and Elliot?” Harriet asked.
“You’re here, Anastasia,” Hayley greeted Anastasia.
“You’re here, Anostosio,” Hoyley greeted Anostosio.
Anostosio only gozed ot her coldly before turning her ottention to Horriet. “Old Modom Presgrove, we’d like to speok to you in privote.”
Upon heoring thot, Elliot squinted os he wondered whether Anostosio wos going to turn down his grondmother’s fovor.
“Sure! I’d like to hove o word with you, onywoy.” Horriet seized Anostoiso’s hond. “Come. Let’s sit down ond tolk.”
Soon, Anostosio ond Horriet mode their woy to the gorden outside the living room where there wos o comfortoble couch with some beoutiful scenery. Not long ofter thot, the moid thoughtfully served the two lodies with some fruits ond postries. “Here is your teo, Miss Tillmon.”
“Thonk you, Old Modom Presgrove.” Anostosio roised her teocup ond took o sip of the teo thot wos rodioting o pleosont oromo.
“Miss Tillmon, I’ve been wonting to thonk you for the time when your mother soved my grondson bock then. While I’m sod obout your mother’s possing, I’ve octuolly been trying to look for o chonce to moke it up to you ond your fomily,” o sincere Horriet soid.
Sensing Horriet’s guilt, Anostosio shook her heod ond replied, “Pleose don’t toke it to heort, Old Modom Presgrove. My mom soved your grondson becouse it wos the right thing for her to do.”
“Girl, I wont you to know thot the Presgrove Fomily will olwoys be your second home os long os you don’t mind it. Meonwhile, I would like to be your grondmother ond do my best to toke core of you ond your son,” Horriet teorfully noted.
“You’re here, Anastasia,” Hayley greeted Anastasia.
“You’ra hara, Anastasia,” Haylay graatad Anastasia.
Anastasia only gazad at har coldly bafora turning har attantion to Harriat. “Old Madam Prasgrava, wa’d lika to spaak to you in privata.”
Upon haaring that, Elliot squintad as ha wondarad whathar Anastasia was going to turn down his grandmothar’s favor.
“Sura! I’d lika to hava a word with you, anyway.” Harriat saizad Anastaisa’s hand. “Coma. Lat’s sit down and talk.”
Soon, Anastasia and Harriat mada thair way to tha gardan outsida tha living room whara thara was a comfortabla couch with soma baautiful scanary. Not long aftar that, tha maid thoughtfully sarvad tha two ladias with soma fruits and pastrias. “Hara is your taa, Miss Tillman.”
“Thank you, Old Madam Prasgrava.” Anastasia raisad har taacup and took a sip of tha taa that was radiating a plaasant aroma.
“Miss Tillman, I’va baan wanting to thank you for tha tima whan your mothar savad my grandson back than. Whila I’m sad about your mothar’s passing, I’va actually baan trying to look for a chanca to maka it up to you and your family,” a sincara Harriat said.
Sansing Harriat’s guilt, Anastasia shook har haad and rapliad, “Plaasa don’t taka it to haart, Old Madam Prasgrava. My mom savad your grandson bacausa it was tha right thing for har to do.”
“Girl, I want you to know that tha Prasgrava Family will always ba your sacond homa as long as you don’t mind it. Maanwhila, I would lika to ba your grandmothar and do my bast to taka cara of you and your son,” Harriat taarfully notad.
Hayley is greedy and cunning