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Francis’s heart softened a little. “Of course! I will do everything I promised to do.”
Early in the morning, after dropping off her son, Anastasia went to work. The results of the jewelry competition would be announced tomorrow, and she felt even more motivated to work. Moreover, now that Presgrave Corporation had bought Bourgeois, the future was bright for them.
In the office, Anastasia remembered that she was supposed to treat Elliot to lunch at noon, so she could only call Nigel to tell him that she had to cancel her lunch with him. To smooth things over, she could only lie. “Nigel, we have a meeting at noon, so I can only have a quick lunch in the office. Let’s have lunch together next time.”
“Is it so busy over there? So much so that you don’t even have time to eat? Your job is hopeless, Anastasia. Come work for my company instead!”
“Come on. I love my work. I’ve said all I have to say now, so I’m hanging up.”
“Hey… ” Nigel was about to say something, but Anastasia ended the call before she could hear more.
At the morning meeting, Alice’s glare of rivalry was trained on Anastasia, but she didn’t know that Alice had taken part in the incident last night.
Her fears last night proved useless, for Anastasia hadn’t received any messages from the gigolo ever since.
Phew! That’s a relief indeed.
After the meeting ended, Alice suddenly stopped Anastasia. “Anastasia, let’s compete fairly if you have the skills. If you win the prize just because of your connections, you’re barely worth my time.”
Anastasia didn’t know where Alice was coming from. Why is Alice saying such things to me, anyway? Since we’re both rivals, and Alice was rude to me first, I have every right to defend myself.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always gotten by with my skills.”
“Hah!” Alice snorted and left.
At around 11 am, Anastasia took a deep breath and made a call to the president’s office.
“Hello.” Elliot’s exclusively alluring voice rang out.
“Anastasia here. Would you have time for lunch together at noon, President Presgrave?” she asked.
“Sure! I’ll make the reservations,” Elliot answered.
Anastasia felt a little awkward now. If this man made reservations at a high-class restaurant, her wallet would be in trouble.
“I know a place with good food. Why not—” Anastasia attempted to save her wallet.
“Why? Not willing to splurge on me?” the man questioned her mockingly before she finished her sentence.
“Of course not. Never mind, you can make the reservations,” Anastasia replied boldly.
The call ended, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Since Elliot wanted to break her bank with food, she would have to allow it. She decided to go all out, since he had saved her last night after all. It was almost half-past eleven when Anastasia received a private message from Elliot. ‘See you in the parking lot in 10 minutes.’
Anastasia replied with a ‘ok’.
She took her bag and went out, heading directly toward the elevator. After she got in, she pressed the button that would take her to the second basement, where the VIP car park was.
When Anastasia emerged, she didn’t notice a gray sports car at the side that had just pulled up. Inside, a man was about to get out of the car when he spotted her and stared at her through the window in disbelief.
Then, the man watched as she opened the door of a Rolls-Royce and got in.
That’s Elliot’s private car. That’s my cousin’s car. Nigel’s eyes went wide, quite unable to believe that Anastasia had canceled her date with him, only to go on a date with his cousin.
Where are they going?
Unable to keep his curiosity in check, Nigel started his car and tailed Elliot’s car right away. As Anastasia sat in Elliot’s car, she wondered which restaurant this man was taking her to.
This city was full of private kitchens that boasted premium ingredients, and a single meal could cost 10 thousand or even up to 100 thousand. This might be the normal price of a meal for a man of Elliot’s stature, but for common folks like her, it was an unbelievable number.
Suddenly, Anastasia recognized the familiar street. She gasped in surprise, for it was the route back to her home.
“President Presgrave, you made reservations at a restaurant near my house?” Anastasia asked curiously.
“Yes,” the man replied calmly.
Then, Anastasia found her residential area right next to them, and the man had pulled up in a parking space at the entrance of her place. She was stunned and looked at the man in confusion.
“Get out of the car with me. We’ll buy some groceries, and you’ll cook for me.” Elliot turned around and stared at her.
Anastasia could hardly react. This man didn’t want her to treat him to lunch at a restaurant; he wanted her to make him lunch!
“I’m too lazy to cook. Let’s just go to a restaurant.” Anastasia didn’t want to bring him home. After all, her son wasn’t at home, so things would be awkward if it were just the two of them.
“Anastasia, this is my request. You’d better satisfy my needs.” With that, Elliot opened the door and went out.
Anastasia was speechless. However, she didn’t have the capacity to decline, since he really did save her last night.
Fine, my wallet would be safe this way. If Anastasia cooked lunch, she wouldn’t have to spend more than 100.
When she was getting out of the car, she was lost in her thoughts. She was about to run over to the supermarket on the other side of the road when an electric car sped near her, not giving her time to even respond. Instantly, the man behind her held her waist at lightning speed, pulling her into his embrace to get her out of danger.
Anastasia glared furiously at the speeding electric car, shouting, “Watch where you’re going!”
When she was done, she realized a strong arm was still wrapped around her waist. Therefore, she reached out and pushed him away. “Just wait here. I’ll get some ingredients at the supermarket over there.”
“We’ll go together.” With that, the man crossed the road with her.
They failed to notice that in one of the cars near them, a pair of surprised eyes were watching them. Disappointment flitted across the depths of Nigel’s eyes. Anastasia declined a lunch date with me and chose to go shopping with my cousin?
Nigel thought that they were just buying things and they would go back to the car later. Hence, he decided to wait for them.