Chapter 255
Night of Destiny
Chapter 255 He Doesnât Care About Us
Anastasia was interrupted by Elliotâs self-blame. âItâs all my fault. I shouldâve prevented this from
happening, and then your father wouldnât have suffered.â
âHow is it your fault, Elliot? I just want to ask if itâs okay for you to help my father this time. If you can help
my father settle the acquisition, I will do whatever you want to repay you,â blurted Anastasia.
After all, one should be humble and put themselves at the lowest when asking for a favor.
Elliot, on the other end, was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.
âAre you willing to do anything?â
Somehow, Anastasia felt a current running through her body as her face heated up. Elliot didnât even say
anything flirty, but she could feel her body going limp a little after hearing his words.
âYes. I will do anything in my ability to repay you.â Anastasia shut her eyes and went all out this time.
Anyway, she had no more pride in front of him anymore.
âOkay. I will settle your fatherâs company acquisition. Tell him not to worry about it.â Elliotâs voice sounded
low yet powerful, reassuring even.
It was as if everything he uttered would give anyone peace of mind.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Anastasia thanked him, saying, âThank you, President Presgrave.â
âCall me Elliot.â
His order sounded irrefutable, leaving Anastasia with no choice but to obey his demand.
âThank you, Elliot,â Anastasia repeated, face burning hot.
Elliot chuckled at that, asking, âDoes this mean weâve made up?â
Anastasia fell silent for a moment when she recalled how she came to a resolute decision to draw lines
with him last time. It was a painful slap to her face now.
âOkay, Iâll stop teasing you. Bye!â Elliot didnât want to embarrass her anymore, so he hung up the phone.
Putting down the phone, Anastasia lay down on her bed weakly and pulled the covers over her face.
Ughâ¦
However, she quickly regained her senses and called her father. After passing Elliotâs message to her
father, Francis sounded surprised. âThatâs great news, Anastasia! My company has hope now! I feel
reassured now that Young Master Elliot is willing to help us.â
Anastasia understood how her father felt. The company was like his third childâone he would never give
up on.
After hanging up the phone, Anastasia felt relieved because her father was fine now, so she didnât have
to worry.
In Tillman Residence, Erica noticed that her mother was sitting on the sofa thoughtfully after dinner.
When she came downstairs, her mother was still there, so she sat beside her and inquired, âMom, are
you worried about Dadâs company?â
Besides her husbandâs company, Naomi was also distressed because of her husbandâs conversation
with Anastasia earlier. He said he would pass down the company to Anastasia and then to Jared but
never mentioned a word about Naomi and Erica.
It seemed that he wasnât going to let them both have the company anymore.
âErica, Iâm sure you can tell who your fatherâs favorite child. You should work harder.â
âWhat do you mean I donât work hard? Dad is always biased toward Anastasia, and she is also a cunning
woman.â Erica couldnât admit that she was useless.
Naomi was aware of her own daughterâs ability, but she was too tired to criticize her, so she looked into
her daughterâs eyes with a serious gaze. âGuess what I overheard from your father when I went back to
get my bag this afternoon?â
âWhat did he say?â
âYour father plans to let Anastasiaâs son inherit the company, and he is also currently training Alex so that
he will marry Anastasia in the future and help her manage the company.â
âWhat about us? Mom, what about me? What do I get?â Erica was so anxious that she leaped up from
the couch and looked at her mother.
âWhat else do we get if the company is going to be passed on to Anastasia and her son? We donât get
anything. Your dad never planned to leave us with anything. Hah! I finally see his true colors now. He
only cares about Anastasia and his ex-wife. I guess our relationship means nothing to him!â Naomi
gnashed her teeth in anger.