Night of Destiny

Elliot closed his computer. Only Anastasia had the answers to those questions, whether she really was once someone’s shameless mistress who had destroyed the man’s family in the end.

“Keep investigating,” Elliot ordered in a low voice.

Rey voiced his affirmation and left, after which Elliot’s dark gaze fell on a corner. She even gave birth to the child, so what exactly was he expecting?

When Erica returned home, she ran back to her room where she dialed Hayley’s number, for she could only vent her anger to Hayley.

“You caused trouble at Anastasia’s company?” Hayley asked in shock. “My dad bought her a house worth 8 million behind me and my mom’s back. Why wouldn't | be pissed?”

“| can’t believe Anastasia could do that! Erica, you have to be careful. You musin’t let her snatch all of your father’s property in the end,” Hayley reminded.

“Hmph! I'll never let her off the hook and | won’t let her live in peace either,” Erica seethed. “Are you at home, Hayley? Let’s go out for drinks tonight!”

“Um... I’m not feeling too well these days, so | can’t drink for now,” Hayley declined. “You should get someone else to accompany you.”

Erica sensed that Hayley was being exceptionally secretive these days because they used to hang out rather often in the past.

Over in the luxurious villa, Hayley ended her call with Erica as her gaze darkened. Anastasia’s mother had saved Elliot, which meant that Anastasia could exploit that fact to request anything of him. She could even ask to marry him and it would most probably be done.

As for the reason why Anastasia hadn’t made this request yet, it had to be due to her personality. She was a stubborn person and definitely not one to lose her sense of self over riches. In short, she lived quite the sober life.

Hence, she wouldn’t marry someone just because she wanted to repay some kindness. She had said in high school that she hated the person who caused her mother’s death, so could it be that Anastasia still hated Elliot for that?

No matter what might happen, Hayley had to stop Anastasia from making that request and the best way to achieve that was to show Anastasia how intimate she herself was with Elliot. Then, Anastasia would hate both herself and Elliot even more.

Hayley took a glance at the time. It was almost time for people to get off work, so she should also head off and pay Bourgeois a visit.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She enjoyed the treatment that was fit for a rich young lady when she drove in the sports car Elliot gave her. Whenever she was on the road before this, she could only admire the rich, beautiful daughters of wealthy families. Now, she herself had become the object of admiration too.

All eyes would be on her whenever she stopped on the road. The young men would gape in awe and her vain heart would be immensely satisfied.

Hayley got on the elevator and headed right for the design department at Bourgeois. Her appearance had brought about the looks of admiration and respect from all the female employees in the office because she was the wife of their boss.

She immediately walked to the door of Anastasia’s office and proceeded to open the door without so much as a greeting.

Anastasia was gathering her things and ready to go home when she saw Hayley barging in. Her expression darkened as she asked, “What are you here for?”

Hayley was wearing a V-neck dress with a set of jewelry that shone brilliantly on her chest. It was the exact jewelry that was on display that day. She touched it and said to Anastasia, “Elliot gave me this. Does it look good on me?”

“If you're looking to show off, you have approached the wrong person.” Anastasia stared at Hayley coldly since she knew the woman well enough.

Hayley didn’t come from a rich family, but her vanity was second to none. As soon as she received something nice, she would show it off to everyone whom she knew.

“I'm here to invite Elliot to dinner. We still have a romantic date waiting for us tonight, so | won’t hold you up.” She was actually here to flaunt her relationship with Elliot

“Although | have no idea how blind he had to be to see something in you, anyone with eyes would know that he deserves better,” Anastasia retorted mercilessly.

Hayley’s expression sank and she snorted. “Anastasia, you don’t know how he sees me at all. What right do you have to say that?”

“Then, tell me, how did you reel him in?”