Chapter 211: Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Were You a Hostess?

The two female staff chatted animatedly, not realizing that the president was right behind the glass window.

“Is it true that Miss Tillman worked as a hostess five years ago?”

That question made Elliot halt in his steps. He furrowed his brows while listening to their conversation.

“Of course it’s true! Erica from the front desk is Anastasia’s step-sister, and she said so herself! | heard that Anastasia couldn't afford to study design overseas, so she went to a club and worked as a hostess! She was eventually hauled out of the house by her father, though.”

“In that case, where did her son come from?”

“How could you not get pregnant from selling your body? If you’re unlucky and meet any customer who has a weird kink, it’s easy to get pregnant.”

When he heard those words, Elliot felt as if something had pierced his chest. His eyes darkened, and the aura around him immediately turned icy cold.

Was that part of Anastasia’s past that she wasn’t willing to talk about? Was that Jared’s birth story? Every time they talked about her past, she would speak cautiously. It seemed that she wanted to hide most of her past.

“Which department are you two from? Leave the company on your own after lunch.” Elliot hated people who gossiped during working hours. Moreover, these ladies happened to cross him while he was in a bad mood.

“Ah... President Presgrave!” The two staff quickly covered their mouths, and it seemed like their souls had flown out of their bodies.

However, before they could regain their senses, Elliot walked away. The two exchanged glances with each other, and they felt like they were going to faint due to the sudden escalation of events. Were they fired just like that?

Meanwhile, the glass door to Anastasia’s office successfully blocked all the chaos outside. Immune to all distractions, Anastasia held her iPad in one hand while holding a pen in the other, and she sketched several designs according to her inspiration. Just as she was immersed in her drawings, someone pushed the door open and disturbed her.

Anastasia hated being interrupted. As she raised her head, she shot daggers at the uninvited man who was walking in with a long face.

After putting the iPad aside, she then questioned, “Is something up?”

Elliot walked over to her desk and propped both his hands on the table while staring into her eyes. He demanded, “Tell me the truth about your past, Anastasia. It doesn’t matter what it was like, and | promise | won't judge.”

Anastasia thought that he was out of his mind. As she folded her arms in front of her chest, she leaned back in her chair and asked, “Which part of my past do I have to confess to you?”

Elliot's expression changed slightly. He wanted her to leave the past behind and walk out of the dark; only then could she face the future positively, accept him, and be with him. He had to help her out of her misery.

He didn’t care about her past actions or whether she used to have any relationships with other men, for he was willing to brush everything off. To him, all that mattered was their future together.

“| heard that you worked as a hostess five years ago to fund your studies abroad, and you always went in and out of the club to serve customers. | also heard that you had Jared around that time, am | correct? You even got kicked out of the house by your father. Are all of these true?” Elliot questioned in one go.

Anastasia’s mind buzzed continuously. Other than Erica, who else would possibly make up such a cruel story?

Anastasia’s face darkened before she slammed the desk with both hands. This startled Elliot, and he looked at her with a shocked expression, not knowing what had gotten into her.

“Erica Tillman, you little b*tch!” Anastasia rarely cursed, but at this moment, she didn’t bother to be polite anymore. She just wanted to give Erica a good scolding.

Meanwhile, Elliot's eyes widened as he watched her.

Anastasia got up and left through the door, leaving a puzzled Elliot standing there by himself.

Once the elevator arrived on the first floor, Anastasia made her way to the front desk while exuding an intimidating aura. Erica was playing with her phone, but when she saw Anastasia walking over, she got up guiltily. By the time Anastasia was right in front of her, Erica wrapped her arms around her head and warned, “Go on if you dare to hit me! I'll tell Dad about it!”

“Erica Tillman, I’m giving you two choices. One, leave the company and go home. Two, take full responsibility for your words and let me slap you in the face!”

“Are you afraid that I'll expose you? Isn’t it true that you got laid by a host five years ago?!” Erica shouted.