After taking a deep breath, Hayley took a burner phone and dialed Anastasia’s number.
“Hello. Who is this?” Anastasia’s voice came from the other side of the line.
Hayley made sure that she was using a voice changer app. “Anastasia Tillman, I heard that you’re getting married soon. Congratulations!” It was a sarcastic tone.
“It’s you?” Rage soared in Anastasia’s voice at the drop of the hat.
“Yes, it’s me! I miss our son so much. I wish I could see him.”
“Don’t you dare come close to my son!”
“I can do that if you give me some money. Otherwise, I’ll expose everything that had happened five years ago. I will tell everyone that you slept with me and that you’ve worked at the club!”
Anastasia, who was currently at Elliot’s villa, tried to maintain her composure
while dealing with the scumbag she had been waiting for all this time.
“Money? How much do you want?” She feigned fear at the threat.
Hayley did not hesitate once she heard the offer. “One million.”
“That’s impossible, but I can consider it if it’s a hundred thousand.”
“Five hundred thousand. That’s final.”
“I can’t give you more than a hundred thousand.” Anastasia was determined to catch the guy.
“Y-You’re going to marry Elliot Presgrave, that rich guy. How can you not have more than that?”
The altered voice rang a bell for some reason. ‘His’ voice and tone was familiar to Anastasia’s ears. Then, a figure seeped into her mind. Hayley. Perhaps the person talking is not
the gigolo, but Hayley?
As an afterthought, she decided to test the waters by saying, “Elliot and I are not on good terms. He won’t give me any money.”
As she had expected, the person snorted coldly. “Anastasia Tillman, that trick won’t work on me! He’ll give you anything you want for sure.”
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