Chapter 213
Night of Destiny
Chapter 213 Ruin My Daughter
Blood gushed into her brain as a shade of crimson crept up her cheeks, and Anastasia froze because of
his actions.
All she felt was the hot kiss that Elliot left on her lips. In order to show her that he wasnât going to look
down on her, he dived in for a long and desperate kiss.
Anastasiaâs mind went blank as she let him take control of her.
When Elliot let go of her, he pressed his forehead against hers and uttered in a low and hoarse voice,
âListen up, Anastasia. I donât despise you, so you canât despise me too. I donât care about your past; I
just want to be in your future.â
At that moment, Anastasia was blushing uncontrollably. She shoved him away in anger and glared at
him. Was he insane?!
They were at the entrance of the company. If anyone saw them, she would never be able to clear up this
misunderstanding.
âIâm warning you, Elliotâ¦â Anastasia suddenly threatened.
âYouâd better not touch me, or elseâ¦â
âYouâll marry me,â Elliot smirked, finishing her sentence on behalf of Anastasia.
The woman stared at him, dumbfounded. She couldnât think of any words to refute him for a while, so
she turned around and headed toward another commercial street.
This time, Elliot didnât chase after her anymore. He had calmed down by then, and he believed that she
wouldnât have any thoughts of suicide anymore. After all, she loved her son far too much to do that.
On the other hand, Anastasia sat down in a cafe with her face flushed.
No one saw us earlier, right?
She was silently praying that no one had seen them kiss. Otherwise, she wouldnât be able to work in the
office anymore.
Elliot always took advantage of her regardless of the occasion, and he was a terrible person for that.
When her cup of iced coffee was served, Anastasia took a small sip. They were currently going through
late Autumn in November, so a cup of iced coffee was enough to calm her nerves down. Her sudden
outburst of anger earlier was due to the accumulation of resentment she had toward Erica since she was
a child, and she couldnât take it any longer.
Now that she thought about it, she didnât have to be upset. After all, she was only hurting herself.
Her phone rang at that moment, notifying Anastasia of a call from her father. She never expected to hurt
Erica with the folder she had thrown at her.
âHi, Dad.â Anastasia picked up the call.
âWhat happened to you and Erica, Anastasia? Did you two fight?â Francis inquired in an accusing tone.
âYes, and I accidentally injured her,â Anastasia apologized.
At that moment, Naomiâs angry voice sounded from the other end as she spoke. âAnastasia Tillman! Are
you trying to ruin my daughter? Are you happy now that her face is scratched?!â
When she heard that, Anastasia furrowed her brows. Was her dad at home?
âYouâve always bullied my daughter, Erica! Why does she have such a hard life? She hasnât even been at
work for two days, yet youâve already hurt her! Donât cross the line, Anastasia.â Naomi sounded
exasperated.
A speechless Anastasia rolled her eyes. Naomi was acting like the guilty party who was filing the suit and
pretending to be pitiful.
âYou should ask your daughter how she slandered me at work first,â Anastasia retorted without backing
down.
âIt isnât like you donât know Ericaâs temper. Sheâs just straightforward and likes to be nosy sometimes.
That doesnât give you the right to dismiss her from her job and hurt her. If the scratch leaves a scar on
her face, Iâm never going to forgive you,â said Naomi as she huffed, not forgetting to justify her
daughterâs actions.
âAlright, thatâs enough. Their fight isnât that serious,â Francis reassured Naomi as the woman sobbed.
âIf thereâs nothing else, Iâll be hanging up. Goodbye, Dad.â Anastasia had had enough of Naomi. She was
pretending to be pitiful in front of her dad, and she wanted to let Anastasia know her place in Francisâ
heart.
Back at the office, Elliot suppressed the gossip about Anastasia and fired three employees. In just one
day, he had fired Anastasiaâs step-sister as well as two other female staff. His actions made the other
staff panic, and no one dared to talk bad about Anastasia anymore.
When the woman returned to the office, no one dared to utter a word in front of her, but curious eyes
were still locked on her behind Anastasiaâs back.
Seeing how President Presgrave had defended her, was she really in a relationship with him?
After todayâs incident, that rumor seemed to have become reality.