Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 22

My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 22

Despite that, Anastasia returned his gaze before replying with determination, “No one can stop me if I want to go.”

Right then, everyone was shocked by Anastasia’s attitude to challenge Elliot’s bottom line. She refused to go along with any of Elliot’s demands, and no one else in the entire company would have dared to do so.

“Alright, well, the meeting’s over now!” Even Felicia was terrified that Elliot might be angered and didn’t want to give Anastasia more opportunity to piss him off.

At this moment, Anastasia left her seat with her documents while Alice glared at her with jealousy. Who gave Anastasia the audacity to do what she did? How dare she treat Elliot like that?

When Anastasia returned to her office and wanted to take a sip of water, her office door was opened harshly before an angered figure entered the office.

When is this going to stop? She narrowed her eyes and looked at the man with a dark face in front of her before she placed her cup down. “What’s wrong, President Presgrave?”

“Show me President Curtis’s details.” Elliot reached out for the document from Anastasia.

“You saw him at the jewelry exhibition last night. His name is John Curtis,” Anastasia answered truthfully.

Upon hearing that, the man had his facial expression darkened even more. Why won’t she refuse to meet that guy at 8.00PM tonight when she already knows that he has ill intentions?

“Can’t you tell that he has ill intentions?”

“All I know is that my draft is worth seven digits.” All Anastasia wanted was to get her commission.

“Get someone else to go meet him, then,” Elliot suggested.

“No. I have to do it myself because this is my order. I don’t need you to worry about me.” Then, Anastasia opened the door to her office and motioned for Elliot to leave. “You should leave! I have to resume working now.”

However, Elliot gritted his teeth and said, “Anastasia, you’ll regret this.”

Still, Anastasia raised her eyebrows before smiling. “That’s still none of your business, President Presgrave.”

“You—” Elliot’s face darkened.