Night of Destiny

“That’s none of your business. Whatever that needs to happen between us has already happened. You don’t know how much he loves me. He gives me everything | ask of him.” Hayley raised her eyebrow gleefully.

Anastasia was stunned for a few seconds. Looks like they have already slept together? Looks like | have underestimated Hayley’s abilities.

“Anastasia, don’t tell me you have fallen for him too?” Hayley asked tentatively.

“What? Are you scared that I'll snatch him from you?” Anastasia wasn’t stupid. Of course Hayley was scared of her and wouldn't let her live in peace.

“Y-You won't be able to take him away.” Hatred flashed across Hayley’s eyes.

Anastasia felt uncomfortable as she recalled the kissing incident in the car last night. If Elliot really slept with Hayley, Anastasia really didn’t want to do anything intimate with him.

“Don’t worry, everything you've used before is dirty to me,” she responded coldly.

“All right, I'll tell Elliot every word you said then.” Hayley sneered, assuming that Anastasia would be scared because she had said something wrong.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

On the contrary, Anastasia was quite generous about it. “Then, make sure you don’t miss even a syllable. Try mimicking my tone so that you can be more convincing as well.”

Shock was evident in Hayley’s eyes. Anastasia was exuding confidence from head to toe, which was exactly what Hayley was envious about.

Hayley still left in the end, after which Anastasia let out a sigh. If Hayley came looking to show off, she wouldn’t be getting what she came for.

In the president’s office.

Hayley knocked on the door.

“Come in,” a man’s deep and alluring voice responded.

She opened the door to see a handsome figure seated on the couch before she called in a sickly sweet voice, “Elliot.” Elliot narrowed his eyes and asked. “Why are you here?”

“| got too bored, so | wanted to go for a walk.” With that, Hayley bit her red lips in a pitiful manner, then took a seat beside him and stayed silent.

“What's the matter? Did someone bully you?” He could sense that she was upset.

“| went to see Anastasia just now. | wanted to apologize for what happened last time, but she... But she refused to accept my apology and chased me out. She even said...”

Elliot frowned. “What did she say?”

“She asked about our relationship, so | told her that we have the most intimate relationship. Then, she suddenly said that everything I’ve used is dirty to her.” Hayley’s eyes were filled with displeasure.

Elliot immediately understood that he was the dirty one that the woman mentioned.

He couldn't help but snort in secret. Me? Dirty? Then, why did she initiate that kiss last night? Now she’s saying that I’m dirty? What an ungrateful woman.

Hayley was secretly observing the expressions of the man beside her. However, she found him spacing out and lost in his thoughts with no intention of comforting her. Doesn’t Elliot know that Anastasia was insulting him?

“All right, don’t come to the company anymore if there’s nothing important. There’s so much anger in this place that you might get upset again.” Elliot quietly comforted her with the intention to instruct her as well.

“What if | miss you, though?” “I'll visit you when | have the time. Otherwise, you can just give me a call, message me, or get me on a video call.” Elliot looked at Hayley. Even though she now gave him a completely different impression from 5 years ago, he still wouldn't mistreat her.

As Hayley gazed at the man’s perfect profile, she suddenly caught sight of a red mark on his neck. She gasped and hastily leaned closer to him to have a look. “Elliot, what happened to your neck?”

“Nothing, it’s just an allergic reaction.” Elliot adjusted his collar to hide the mark.

“How did you get it?”

“I'm allergic to seafood,” he explained in a low voice as he got up. “Please wait while | deal with some emails.” Elliot walked over to his desk while Hayley went to the washroom to fix her makeup.

She rose to her full height and walked to the washroom, after which she opened the door and entered a cubicle. As soon as she went in, a few female employees also entered

“Girls, | saw it clearly when | went to deliver the documents earlier. That mark on President Presgrave’s neck is a hickey.”