Dressed in a black coat with her hair flying in the cold breeze, Anastasia stepped out of the car with a lawyer following right behind. Her beautiful face was locked in a serene expression as she walked through the path sectioned off by her bodyguards.
The air around her echoed with a barrage of questions from the journalists.
“Miss Anastasia, did you really kidnap your comatose father to steal the right to inherit?”
“Miss Anastasia, do you have some ulterior motive for secretly transferring your father into a private hospital for treatment?”
“Anastasia Tillman, do you even know what love is? Aren’t you afraid of karma?”
Despite the near-interrogation she was being subjected to, Anastasia merely glanced at the surrounding journalists
before striding into the building doors where the security guards kept the pack of journalists at bay.
Her proud figure stood out among her bodyguards, just like how a red rose would catch the eye of those who saw it.
As the photographers swiftly snapped photos of her, they all sighed at how extraordinarily beautiful she was.
When she entered the meeting room, Naomi and Erica were already waiting inside with two other shareholders. They had both been panicking since the moment they heard of Francis’ collapse. After all, he had been leading the company this entire time. Now that he was unconscious, who was going to lead Tillman Constructions?
Admiration flashed through Alex’s eyes when he glanced over at Anastasia. No matter when or where he would always be irresistibly attracted to her.
Anastasia pulled up a chair for herself
and sat down. The middle-aged lawyer following her sat down at the table as well.
“This is a private meeting, Anastasia. Why is there an outsider here?” Naomi barked in irritation.
“As my lawyer, he has the right to be in the room,” Anastasia coldly replied.
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