Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Don’t Need Someone Else to Raise My Son

At the QR International Group, a mysterious acquisition team was negotiating with the owner Jack in the conference room. The latter finally signed the acquisition contract at a price of 10 billion.

As of yet, no one knew that the boss of QR International Group had been replaced. The middle-aged man who walked out of the acquisition meeting room took out his phone and reported to the man at the other end, saying, “Young Master Elliot, the acquisition has been successfully completed, and you have now become the president of QR International Jewelry Group.”

“I got it,” the man on the other end responded lightly.

In order to fulfill his promise to his grandmother of pursuing Anastasia, Elliot spent 10 billion to acquire the company she was working at.

Only Anastasia could refuse the wedding proposal, so in the process, he had to show his grandmother what he had done. Still, it was unknown whether he could marry Anastasia in the end.

Elliot hoped that Anastasia would reject him. After all, every good marriage needed to be based on a foundation of mutual emotional interest. Otherwise, it would be meaningless to live together without any love in the relationship.

At this point, Anastasia didn’t know that her boss had changed.

In the next few days, she found a private kindergarten for her son nearby and sent her son there so that she was free to work. The little boy was interested in the new school, so with a bag on his back, he took the teacher’s hand and skipped into the classroom.

“Is that your son? He’s so handsome! I’ve never seen such a good-looking boy,” a mother commented in amazement.

Anastasia pursed her lips and smiled; she was naturally happy as a mother when someone praised her son’s good looks.

At Bourgeois, Anastasia came to work on her first day. As a designer sent by the design department, she enjoyed many perks. For example, she had a dedicated office and a capable assistant herself. Moreover, she only designed custom designs exclusively for a select few and not for the masses.

This was also one of the unique selling points of QR International Group—each customer would have a unique lifetime customization service.

Anastasia’s assistant was called Grace Ellis. She was a young, energetic, smart, and capable woman.

“Anastasia, your coffee.” Grace brought in the coffee.

“Thank you.” Anastasia nodded.

In less than 2 minutes, Grace knocked on the door again. “Anastasia, the manager said that the meeting will be held at 3.00 PM, and the boss himself will be there, so be prepared.”

At 3.00 PM sharp, Anastasia sat in her seat inside the meeting room. There were many important members of Bourgeois in the room, so it seemed that this was a large company meeting.

While Anastasia was checking it out, she inadvertently met a pair of sharp eyes belonging to a sexy woman in her 20s. Her name tag read: Chief Designer Alice.

Anastasia immediately understood. Being a designer sure is very competitive. Therefore, there were no so-called friends in this industry but only rivals in competition. Since she was transferred back from abroad, it was normal for her to be disliked by others.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door, as if there were still people coming. The door of the conference room was then pushed open, and the first person who came in was a tall man with a straight figure who was dressed in a well-cut suit. He had angular features and exuded a strong aura. After he came in, he walked over to the main chair and sat down.

Without needing to say a word, his majestic aura made his powerful identity known to everyone.

When everyone saw him, there was an instant silence below the stage.

Why is the big boss different today?

The female designers in the audience were all surprised and excited as they felt butterflies in their stomachs when they looked at the handsome man.

As for Anastasia, she was also surprised. Isn’t the boss of Bourgeois someone in his early fifties? Why is this man so young?