The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 527

In the tight-knit world of corporate elites, the buzz about the proposed merger—and marriage—between the Fosters and the Lindbergs was on everyone’s lips. Rumors of turmoil within Brown Corporation had insiders sniffing out a scandal.

Folks were on the edge of their seats, waiting to see if this alliance would actually go through.

Would the Fosters really tie the knot with the Salstroms, who seemed more like a liability than an asset?

Herman Foster had kept his cards close to his chest, while Joseph Salstrom was infamous for his nightly escapades. The whole situation was a hotbed of speculation.

That night...

Julie Foster jolted awake from a nightmare, drenched in sweat. She’d dreamt of her late Grandmother Anita, covered in blood, coming to claim her life. Terrified, she couldn’t stay in her room and dashed downstairs to the living room. Only after turning on every light did she feel a bit safer.

"Miss," the nanny, Helen, appeared behind her out of nowhere.

Julie screamed, then, recognizing Helen, she snapped, "Jesus, Helen! Can't you make some noise when you walk?"

Helen, looking hurt, apologized, "Sorry, Miss. I just wanted to see if you were hungry. I could make you something to eat?"

"No, just leave me alone!" Julie snapped irritably. "You're like a bad penny, always turning up!"

"Miss, did you have a bad dream again? Back in my hometown, we had a remedy for nightmares."

Julie’s curiosity was piqued, "What remedy?"

"It involves drinking water mixed with ashes and walking three times around your bed with your shoes pointing inwards. They say it wards off the 'night hag'..."

Hearing 'night hag', Julie felt a chill run down her spine, "Stop talking nonsense. You and your night hags!"

Fuming, Julie stormed back upstairs and stood in front of the mirror. Her reflection showed her growing belly, deepening her sense of helplessness. She called Joseph, but after a few rings, the call was abruptly disconnected.

"Ugh, bastard!" In a fit of rage, she hurled her phone across the room.

Devin Foster, her father, stood in the doorway just in time to see the phone land at his feet.

"Yep, she’s been asleep for a while," she replied. "Did you come here because of the wedding tomorrow?"

Herman’s expression turned cold, "I’ve found the evidence that Julie killed Grandma. After tomorrow, the Fosters will slowly vanish from the Lindberg sphere."

"What evidence?" Anastasia asked, her curiosity piqued. She longed for the day when the schoolyard whispers about the Lindberg killer would stop, allowing Pattie to hold her head high.

"You’ll find out tomorrow," Herman said mysteriously, planting a kiss on Anastasia. "Honey, I’m a bit peckish."

Anastasia blushed, slightly annoyed, "Is that all you ever think about? Can’t you think of something else for a change?"

Herman looked innocently back at her. "Honey, I missed dinner for an emergency meeting. I was hoping for your homemade tomato and egg spaghetti. What were you thinking?"

Anastasia was speechless.

That man was definitely playing her.