Night of Destiny

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.

| 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.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

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, | don’t ask for anything else. | 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. Francis’s heart softened a little. “Of course! | will do everything | 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 | 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!” i

“Come on. | love my work. I’ve said all | 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.