Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Do You Like Him or Something?

Goodness! Are you telling me that the guy who’s been hanging around Anastasia is the heir to the country’s foremost elite family and the president of Presgrave Corporation?

As the revelation dawned upon him, Oliver felt his legs grow weak. He couldn’t believe he had the good fortune of meeting someone as important as Elliot under such circumstances. When he came to his senses and searched up the list of billionaires in the country, he was surprised to find that Elliot’s name was no longer on it.

However, he did come across an article that explained why some of the country’s billionaires had mysteriously disappeared from the aforementioned list. Upon clicking into it, he saw that Elliot was the first person mentioned in the article, and the only reason that was accorded for his disappearance from the list was that he simply didn’t care about the status. Not declaring his family’s net worth only made it all the more elusive, so much so that no one could even make a fair estimation.

Whatever the public had seen or heard about his wealth was but the tip of the iceberg; what lay beneath the surface could be far more astounding than anyone might imagine.

Having read this passage, Oliver suddenly felt glad that he had not been so ignorant as to offend the man earlier. Otherwise, he would be in a world of trouble.

Meanwhile, Anastasia plated the spaghetti after she had cooked it and brought it over to the dining table, whereupon Jared told her happily, “Mommy, your laptop is back!”

She froze. Did Oliver drop by? She hurried into the master bedroom, only to see someone crouching by the desk and assembling something with fervor.

It wasn’t Oliver, but Elliot instead.

He had shrugged off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, and right now, he was setting up her laptop.

“You do know what you’re doing, right?” Anastasia asked casually as she peered over his shoulder. She wasn’t so much doubting him as she was concerned about having him work on such tedious tasks. After all, he had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he was probably used to ordering those around him.

“You have such little faith in me,” he pointed out sarcastically as he went about the work without so much as sparing her a look.

She did not miss the hostility of his tone. “Mind telling me what’s the deal with the 28 calls you gave me tonight? I actually thought something happened to you.”

Elliot’s gaze darkened just then, and he turned to glare at her furiously as he demanded, “Anastasia, don’t you feel the slightest bit of guilt for treating me this way?”