Chapter 217 I Hope You Can Tell Me the Truth
“Alright, it’s a deal. You stay away from Elliot, and I won’t tell anyone what happened back then. Otherwise, your son will know how he came to be. Even if you call the police and have the gigolo arrested, he is still your son’s father, and he’ll have a gigolo of a father who even served time in prison. Haha…” Hayley couldn’t help cackling as she spoke. “What a joke!”
“Get the hell out of here!” Anastasia roared.
“Fine. It’s almost time for my date with Elliot anyway. You’d better not bother us tonight, and I dare you to ruin our night with work. We will be very busy the entire night, after all. I’m sure you know just how good of a stamina Elliot has.” Hayley deliberately lied to disgust Anastasia, and she succeeded. With that, she headed out with a smug face.
Inside the office, Anastasia slumped back on her chair weakly. Her body trembled involuntarily as all sorts of emotions stirred within her, and she felt absolutely awful.
Hayley knew her best, and that woman knew precisely where to strike. After all, her mother and son were the people she loved most. Elliot, on the other hand, wasn’t somebody to her, yet it still did some damage.
She thought he was a b*stard for dating Hayley while kissing her with the same pair of lips that he had used to kiss the other woman.
She could even picture what this man and Hayley would be doing in bed; just imagining it had already suffocated her.
With that, Anastasia decided she would stay far away from Elliot; she would never allow him to make a move on her ever again.
Meanwhile, just as Hayley returned home in a rush, she got a call from Daniel. Alas, she had her hopes up for nothing, for she thought Elliot would pick her up himself!
After picking Hayley up, Daniel snuck a few peeks at her, not daring to look her straight in the eye. It was only reasonable that he was somewhat fearful of her after what had happened last time. Then again, he felt truly bad for the woman after making out with her.
He felt bad that she couldn’t do anything but only hope that President Presgrave would visit her in this lavish mansion like she was a caged bird unwilling to be free, waiting for its owner to show it some love.
“Daniel, am I pretty?” Hayley asked out of the blue.
Daniel was somewhat jumpy within, for he was genuinely afraid whenever she called him ‘Daniel’ in such a coquettish tone.
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