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The atmosphere in the car turned awkward and heavy, so heavy that Anastasia felt uncomfortable about it. While the man drove, she secretly studied him as the street lights cast dark shadows on his handsome face. He wore a fitting white shirt, and despite the day’s activities, the shirt was still free of wrinkles. His profile was clear and well-defined, as if God Himself had drawn perfect lines on him.
She had to admit that this man was so perfect that no one could find anything wrong with him. Noticing that she was about to arrive at her community, Anastasia couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Home! At last!
No matter what, this man helped a lot to ensure her safe return.
“President Presgrave, thank you so much for tonight.” Anastasia thanked him again, and she was absolutely sincere with her words.
“If you run into similar trouble in the future, I should be the first person you ask for help. If you ask any other man to help you, I won’t help you anymore,” Elliot ordered.
Anastasia was speechless.
Do I even have to consider his priorities when asking for help? What sort of reasoning is this?
Still, reasoning or not, her main goal was to appease the man, so she nodded. “All right, got it.”
Elliot watched her get out of the car, the look in his eyes complicated and dark. Every time she left his side, he would feel a sense of longing, as if hoping that she would stay with him forever. His thoughts made him frown, for he was a little mad at the power the woman held over him.
As Elliot watched Anastasia walk through the main entrance of the community, he slowly drove away. Just then, Hayley called him again. Finally, Elliot answered the call this time. “Hello. What’s the matter, Hayley?”
“Elliot, where are you? I just took a nap and had a terrifying nightmare. I’m so scared. Please come over and stay with me.” Hayley’s voice sounded as if she were still shaken.
“I have urgent business to attend to. I’ll send my assistant, Daniel Lancaster, to accompany you,” Elliot said in a low voice.
“No, I want you. No one can make me feel safe except for you. Please, Elliot, I beg of you. Come over!” Hayley’s voice was now tinted with sobbing.
“I really can’t go right now, Hayley. Please, be a good girl.” Elliot could only comfort her over the phone.
On the other end of the line, Hayley’s voice sounded disappointed, but she still obeyed. “Fine, then. You don’t have to send anyone over. Just give me a present as compensation tomorrow, and I’ll let this slide.”
“Sure, what do you want?”
“I just bought a white dress, but I don’t have any jewelry to go with it. You can give me a set!”
“Oh. Sure.” Elliot’s reply was quick and decisive, for he would rather compensate with material things than make it up to her emotionally.
Meanwhile, in the luxurious villa, Hayley had just ended her call with Elliot. There was a fire burning in her eyes, for her plans tonight were ruined.
Half an hour earlier, Hayley had received a call from Alice saying that Anastasia had found someone to save her. More importantly, that someone was none other than Elliot himself.
Fortunately, Hayley managed to play the role of the escort as she threatened Anastasia not to call the police, hence letting Ben go. More than 10 minutes later, she received news that Ben had escaped from the hotel in one piece.
So, Hayley figured out that Elliot was with Anastasia, and Elliot hadn’t picked up her first call because Anastasia was with him! Her plans tonight were met with surprises, but no damage was done. She felt like she had wasted her efforts, since she didn’t manage to get Anastasia to fall for her original plan.
However, if she kept playing the role of the escort, she would have Anastasia dancing in the palm of her hand.
Alice also recognized that Anastasia’s relationship with Elliot was quite unusual, so it was as clear as day that Anastasia had backing in the company, so Alice probably wouldn’t be able to hit the jackpot herself.
However, if the opportunity arose in the future, she would still try to remove Anastasia from Bourgeois, for Alice was an ambitious woman. She wanted to become the chief designer and then work her way up to Felicia’s level, proceeding to become the director of the design department.
Anastasia wasn’t just her rival but also the obstacle that blocked her path.
When Anastasia came home, she found that her father had taken good care of her son. She lay on the bed, listening to her son’s calm breathing next to her, but she herself couldn’t sleep.
Whenever she closed her eyes, she would see the image of her being entangled with Elliot in the hotel. If she remembered correctly, she was the one who made the first move.
It’s so embarrassing.
Under the influence of the drug, she had thrown away all sense of shame as she hugged him and kissed him all over. If Elliot hadn’t declined, she probably would’ve gone further.
I really want to delete this part of my memory.
Fortunately, the man didn’t mention the incident afterward, or she would’ve shriveled up and died of shame.
Meanwhile, at the Tillman Residence, Francis came home late once again. Naomi sat on the couch, nagging furiously as she looked at the man who had just returned.
“You were babysitting for your eldest daughter again, weren’t you? This home isn’t yours anymore, and your home should be over there. Why did you come back here?”
Francis explained, “Anastasia was occupied.”
Naomi could worry less about the grandson. She was more concerned that her husband was favoring Anastasia, and he might put Anastasia in charge of his company in the future. She still had a clear grasp of where her own daughter stood in all this.
Anastasia was more capable and responsible than her daughter, and anyone with eyes could tell. She was just scared that her own daughter wouldn’t be able to put up a fight against Anastasia.
“Francis, I don’t ask for anything else. I just want you to give Erica the same things you gave Anastasia. You can’t be favoring one over the other, or this family should just fall apart. There would be no reason to stay together anymore.” With that, Naomi’s eyes reddened as she began to sob.
“All right, all right. I’ll treat you and Erica well too.” Francis still comforted her. After all, they were his wife and daughter, so he wanted to treat them equally.
“You’d better keep your word.” Naomi buried herself in his arms, binding him with her womanly meekness.