Knowing that Hayley was provoking her on purpose, Anastasia turned around and left while ignoring Hayleyâs resentful gaze that was piercing her back. It was under the escort of the two bodyguards that Anastasia exuded an air of a sophisticated rich woman as light shone upon her.
After that, Hayley was thrown to the street outside Presgrave Group by a bodyguard, who warned, âIf you dare to come anywhere near the building, we'll call the police.â
Now that she failed to meet Elliot, her initial plan of getting money from him. was also out of the window. The marks on her cheek were so evident that the stinging pain eventually became numb.
âAnastasia Tillman, you b*tch! | swear you won't get away with this!â raved Hayley toward the building. She went on and on like a delirious woman, drawing. attention from the passersby who soon became the targets of her anger. âWhat are you looking at? Get lost!â
âOh my! Look at her face! Her plastic surgeon must have hated her!â shouted a woman deliberately.
âHer forehead is uneven. You know your face is basically a jumpscare, right?â Another woman joined the fray.
âWhat did you just say?!â Hayley glared at the two women..
âSo what if we're talking about you?â one of them retorted fearlessly. âYou mustâve escaped from an asylum!â
added the other woman.
As the crowd began to point fingers at her in ones and twos, Hayley finally regained her senses and covered her face before making herself scarce in great haste.
When she saw her reflection in a mirror midway, the flaws, which she had seen in the bathroom, were more visible under the dazzling sunlight. Even she was shell shocked by her own hideous appearance.
| look so ugly in broad daylight!
Contrition pervaded inside her like a monster devouring her whole. Although her previous face was not exceptionally beautiful, she would still look nice with make-up after dressing up, thanks to her porcelain skin. However, it was all gone now. She did not even look normal at all!
â| need money. | need money for surgery...â Hayley covered her face and kept thinking about money.
She regretted so much for not withdrawing a few hundred thousand of dollars first after receiving Elliot's card. He would not have sounded her out anyway. | shouldâve wised up back then!
Then, trepidation began to overwhelm her as an epiphany struck upon her. What if Elliot finds out that Anastasia was actually the woman from that night and not me? Is he going to demand me to pay back the few millions that Iâve spent? What if he does?!
No. | must take this secret to my grave.
Since Francis was helping with the company affairs and Jared had started attending classes, Anastasia could take some time to relax. She was rather free in the morning, so she came to Presgrave. Group to kill time. Right now, she was outside Elliot's office.
âMiss Tillman, you will have to wait for a moment as President Presgrave is still having a meeting.â
Anastasia smiled. âNot a problem. I'll wander around downstairs.â
As Bourgeois had moved to the first floor of the building, she had the chance to meet her ex-colleagues.
Everyone in Bourgeois welcomed her profusely the moment she stepped into the office.
âMiss Tillman, you're here.â âMiss Tillman, you look fabulous today!â
She gave them a polite smile in return before heading toward Feliciaâs office. Needless to say, Felicia was pleased to see her as she addressed Anastasia more appropriately.
âBoss, you've finally come to see me!â
A bashful Anastasia covered her mouth while laughing. âIâm not the boss yet!â
âIt's just a matter of time before you take the position.â Felicia was confident with her prediction.
Instead of denying that, Anastasia merely sat down and began a casual talk with Felicia. âHowâs the company doing lately?â
âWe've transcended many jewelry brands with a considerable market share. That's the least that we should do under President Presgrave's guidance, isnât it?â Felicia replied while smiling.