Night of Destiny

Chapter 30 Anastasia tidied her messy hair, the red shape of a palm obvious on her pretty face. “Chase them out!” she said to Felicia. “lam Anastasia’s stepmother, and | have a private business to settle with her,” Naomi barked.

“| don’t care who you are. This is a company, not the backyard of your house. If you refuse to leave, I’m calling the police.” Felicia had no regard for Naomi.

Naomi thought she couldn't involve the police in this matter, so she pulled her daughter along as she said, “Let's go, Erica. We'll continue this later.”

Anastasia bit her red lip and let out a sigh as she watched the duo leave. As for the onlookers in the office, most of them couldn’t help but see Anastasia in a new light. Despite her slender frame, she could actually put up a fight against the duo.

“What's wrong with you, Anastasia? How are people coming over so often to pick on you?” Felicia and Anastasia were equally exasperated by the recent events, and the latter made a promise to her superior. “I'll try my best not to bring personal matters to the company.”

Anastasia returned to her office, and she was about to tie her hair up when her landline rang. She reached out and picked it up. “Hello.”

“Got into a fight again?” A man’s deep and upset voice came from over the phone.

Anastasia was speechless. How did this news travel to him so fast? But then she remembered that there were many busybodies in this company.

“Good news. | won,” Anastasia replied cheekily. “And you still have the courage to brag. You’re a mother now; it’s unbecoming to fight all the time,” Elliot said in exasperation. Anastasia grinned, but the movement affected the wound on her face, causing her to hiss. “I'll hang up now. My face hurts.”

She ended the call right away. Soon, Rey arrived at Anastasia’s office, bringing an ice pack for her. “President Presgrave asked me to deliver this. Please be more careful next time, Miss Tillman.”

Anastasia gave Rey a look but accepted the ice pack anyway. “Thank you, Rey.” “You should thank President Presgrave.” Rey smiled a little before leaving.

Anastasia held the ice pack to her face, and the pain subsided when she realized that the contract was still with her. She sighed, for she couldn’t believe that her father actually bought her a house. Therefore, she took her phone and dialed her father’s number.

“What's the matter, Anastasia?” “Dad, why didn’t you tell me you bought a house for me?” “How did you know?”

“Naomi herself took the contract to my office. Dad, please don’t do this next time, in case she gets upset again.” Anastasia still threw in a word of advice for her father.

“I've been feeling guilty about the past five years, so this is my compensation to you. You can move in next month.” “Thanks, Dad.”

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In the president’s office, Rey pulled up a recording of the CCTV in the main office and played it for Elliot. He stared at the girl rushing out on the screen, and as he heard her words, his eyebrows scrunched up tightly.

Anastasia was a mistress, and her kid was a love child? She even sold herself for money at a club five years ago? What?

In the recording, Anastasia stormed furiously and gave Erica a slap. Then, she grabbed the latter by the hair and pinned Erica to the ground. Immediately after that, another woman rushed out and grabbed Anastasia’s hair, slapping her. Then Anastasia slapped the girl on the ground a few more times before Felicia appeared and resolved the incident.

He had to admit that this woman was a fierce fighter. “Can you find out who fathered Anastasia’s son?” Elliot asked Rey.

“Our people overseas could only find hospital information about Miss Tillman giving birth to her son. There wasn’t any info on the child’s father,” Rey reported.

Elliot's gaze darkened. Could it be that this woman was really someone’s mistress, and she had escaped overseas to give birth to a child she had to bring up on her own?And what of her selling herself at a club five years ago? Was she in dire need of money?