PopularNovelChapter 143 Narrowing his eyes, Elliot asked in a clear, curious voice, “How do you intend to pay me back?” In a lower voice, he continued with hope, “Will you agree to marry me so that my helping your father will be nothing more than assisting my future father-in- law?” It was enough to cause Anastasia to suck in a breath of air. What a ridiculous idea! “I can’t marry you. Please give me another request!” She turned her chair away and began doodling in her notebook His expression sank at that. Did she find him so unlikeable? “Give me something | can fulfill,” she reminded him since she had no way of promising him something she couldn't fulfill.
As Elliot stared at her delicate side profile, he suddenly relaxed. Sometimes, the process was more enjoyable than the result.
“Alright, then. From today onward, I'll eat over at your place.” It was something that he believed she could do.
Anastasia’s eyebrows drew together. While this request wasn’t necessarily over the line, it still made things difficult for her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDinner at her place? She supposed that it was quite a good method of repayment since she had no money to repay him with and he also didn’t need any money.
“If you're not willing, that's fine since I'm helping your father as a repayment to your mother, anyway.” Seeing that she wasn't saying anything, Elliot stood up and made to leave.
Instantly, Anastasia whipped her head around to agree. “Alright, you can eat at my place, but you must promise that you'll behave yourself and not make any moves on me.” “I have no interest in women,” he lied with a straight face.
Struck dumb by his boldness, she gaped at him. No interest in women? Had he forgotten the time he forced his kisses on her? Nevertheless, if she could repay him for the help he gave her father by doing this, she would feel better.
“Fine, consider it a measure of trust,” she finally said before getting up and pushing open the conference room door to leave.
“From tonight onward,” he spoke up softly behind her.
Without turning back, she answered, “Okay.” After returning to her office, Anastasia rested her head on her hands. What a headache! Did that mean she would have to greet him with a table full of food from now on whenever he wanted to eat at her place? Yet, in comparison to the help he offered her father, this was a relatively light repayment.
Well, she would have to put up with it. Really, it was no different from cooking for one more person.
Right then, Grace knocked on the door and entered with a document folder. “This is the client information that Director Evans has sent over, Miss Tillman. Have a look!” Anastasia obliged by reaching out to accept the document folder. As she flipped it open to the first page, her eyes widened. How could it be her? Her client was none other than Leah Hart, as detailed in the information folder. It listed Leah's family background, educational background, and even the fact that she was the daughter of the first domestic catering giant.
To Anastasia, it was obvious that Leah was here to cause trouble. Their previous unhappy ending had no doubt resulted in Leah looking for other ways to make things difficult for her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRight then, Felicia called to urge Anastasia. “Get in contact with the client as soon as possible, Anastasia. She must have chosen us because she believed in your ability, so we can’t let her down.” Anastasia laughed bitterly in her heart. No matter how warmly she had received Leah, she might not necessarily be able to see the order through.
Nevertheless, she still answered, “Alright, I'll immediately contact her.” Then, Anastasia picked up her cell phone, found the correct number, and dialed it.
“Who is this?” a lazy voice asked at the other end of the line.
“Good morning. I'm Anastasia Tillman, a designer from Bourgeois Jewelry Atelier. I'd like to ask when you would like to meet to discuss the design direction of your jewelry, Miss Hart.” “Oh! How about tomorrow morning? You must get ready for everything you need and not let me down!” Leah's final sentence had a smug undertone.
“Of course. Shall | choose the meeting place?” “No, I'll contact you. You can come over when the time comes!” With that, Leah hung up.
And just like that, Anastasia was left with no choice but to follow the protocol. Tomorrow, she would meet Leah and see what on earth the other woman was up to.
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