Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Were You a Hostess?

The two female staff chatted animatedly, not realizing that the president was right behind the glass window.

“Is it true that Miss Tillman worked as a hostess five years ago?”

That question made Elliot halt in his steps. He furrowed his brows while listening to their conversation.

“Of course it’s true! Erica from the front desk is Anastasia’s step-sister, and she said so herself! I heard that Anastasia couldn’t afford to study design overseas, so she went to a club and worked as a hostess! She was eventually hauled out of the house by her father, though.”

“In that case, where did her son come from?”

“How could you not get pregnant from selling your body? If you’re unlucky and meet any customer who has a weird kink, it’s easy to get pregnant.”

When he heard those words, Elliot felt as if something had pierced his chest. His eyes darkened, and the aura around him immediately turned icy cold.

Was that part of Anastasia’s past that she wasn’t willing to talk about? Was that Jared’s birth story? Every time they talked about her past, she would speak cautiously. It seemed that she wanted to hide most of her past.

“Which department are you two from? Leave the company on your own after lunch.” Elliot hated people who gossiped during working hours. Moreover, these ladies happened to cross him while he was in a bad mood.

“Ah… President Presgrave!” The two staff quickly covered their mouths, and it seemed like their souls had flown out of their bodies.

However, before they could regain their senses, Elliot walked away. The two exchanged glances with each other, and they felt like they were going to faint due to the sudden escalation of events. Were they fired just like that?

Meanwhile, the glass door to Anastasia’s office successfully blocked all the chaos outside. Immune to all distractions, Anastasia held her iPad in one hand while holding a pen in the other, and she sketched several designs according to her inspiration. Just as she was immersed in her drawings, someone pushed the door open and disturbed her.

Anastasia hated being interrupted. As she raised her head, she shot daggers at the uninvited man who was walking in with a long face.