Night of Destiny

That damned Anastasia! Persuading Francis to buy a house for her as soon as she returns, even buying it without my knowledge! Ridiculous!

Naomi gritted her teeth in anger before she took out her phone and dialed her husband's number. “Hello.” Francis picked up. “Francis, you bought Anastasia a house, but you didn’t even tell me about it. What are you trying to imply?”

“Oh, but you’re allowed to rummage my safe to give Erica pocket money?” Francis seemed to have guessed what she was doing instead.

“If you can fork out 8 million to buy a house for Anastasia, a mere ten or twenty thousand for my daughter won’t hurt, now will it?” Naomi accused.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“It's not safe for Anastasia to live in a rented apartment with a child. Also, Erica is staying at home with us. It’s pretty nice.”

“So only Anastasia is pitiful to you? My daughter can’t even afford a bag, but she’s not pitiful at all to you? Francis, that’s favoritism!”

“All right, quit yapping. I’ve already bought the house, anyway. | actually wanted to tell you, but | feared you’d make a fuss about it.”

Naomi was so furious that she could emit smoke at any moment. What tactics did Anastasia use to trick Francis into liking her so well? 8 million to buy a house for her just like that! And the house would be Anastasia’s private property, too!l haven’t even confronted Anastasia about Francis babysitting her child yet!

On the other end of the line, Francis had already hung up. Naomi took all the money from the safe, along with the contract. Then, she went downstairs and asked Erica, “Tell me, where is Anastasia working? | want to see her right now.”

“Mom, why are you looking for her?” Erica asked, puzzled.

“Your dad bought her a house for 8 million behind our backs. I’m now going to talk some sense into her.” Naomi couldn’t find a place to vent the fury inside her anymore.

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“What? Did Dad spend 8 million on her? What about me? | have nothing!” Erica was also pissed. She was his daughter too, so she wanted to have everything Anastasia had.

Erica immediately got in the car and drove toward Bourgeois with her mother. At around 3 pm, Anastasia was working on her draft. She was on a roll nowadays, and the drafts and projects she held were progressing smoothly.

“Grace, fetch me another cup of coffee.” Anastasia made an internal call to her assistant so that the latter could get her some coffee to perk her up a bit.

Not long after, Grace came in with a cup of freshly brewed coffee with ice, and the silky texture and cream topping only served to make the cuppa look ever so pleasing. Anastasia reached out and picked it up, proceeding to take a sip. “Mm, not bad. It’s delicious.”

“Anastasia, can you give me some tips to lose weight? How do you maintain such a good figure?” Grace was a cute girl slightly on the plump side, and she was constantly concerned about weight loss.

Anastasia thought for a bit, then shook her head and smiled. “I overwork my brain every day, so | slimmed down without meaning to.”

In truth, she wouldn’t gain weight, no matter how much she ate. Also, she had to take care of her son and go to work as well, so it was simply impossible for her to gain weight.

Meanwhile, Naomi and Erica had arrived at the parking lot downstairs. They went

straight to the elevator and headed right for the design department.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, Naomi caught hold of a female assistant. “Do you know where Anastasia’s office is?” The female assistant quickly pointed in a direction. “The last office over there.”

Naomi walked over with the real estate contract, while Anastasia was absorbed in her drawing when the door was suddenly thrown open. She immediately looked up to see Naomi and Erica walking in furiously.

The look in Anastasia’s eyes went cold as she asked harshly, “What?”

Naomi flung the contract she was holding onto the desk. “Spill it, Anastasia. What tactics did you use to convince your dad to buy this house for you?”