Chapter 570

However, Anastasia actually knew that the ever busy Elliot had no time to manage Bourgeois at all. The

accomplishment was simply thanks to the influence of the Presgrave Group alone. As though they had

set sail on a sturdy ship, Bourgeois. would be able to burgeon without either of them lifting a finger.

“Oh, the jewelry showcase is going to be held this Friday. The final product of your design is out and it’s

absolutely perfect! I’m sure it’ll cause a commotion that day,” informed Felicia.

Anastasia could not help the joy after hearing the news, for every designer treated their work like their

babies. Thus, wouldn’t one be proud and happy when their kids had procured such amazing

achievements?

“You’re exaggerating.”

“The original plan was to use the usual

diamond mosaic, but President Presgrave said that diamonds of the best quality should do the trick.

When I saw the final product for the first time, it was so

dazzling that I almost went blind. It is so gorgeous.”

Anastasia was baffled. Why didn’t he tell me?

“Really? Why did he do that?” She could not wrap her head around it.

“Probably because it’s your design!” exclaimed Felicia, who had caught a whiff of Elliot’s feelings for

Anastasia after being in the company for so long. Still, she tried to keep her assumption to herself for

now.

Anastasia nodded. “I will make sure to attend the showcase. I’m looking forward to seeing it for myself.”

Then, they continued chattering about Felicia, who finally found her true love, and a wedding was

expected to be in May. Anastasia congratulated Felicia from the bottom of her heart.

“You might get married sooner than I will!” claimed Felicia.

Even so, Anastasia was not quite sure about it as their engagement ceremony was confirmed to be held

at the end of the month due to Elliot’s impatience..

After leaving Bourgeois, Anastasia went to the floor where Elliot’s office was. Due to the high ground,

one was able to relish the skyscraper view there.

Even if it was a rainy day, he could still enjoy the sunlight streaming into his office whereas others would

have the raindrops pattering against their windows.

It did not take long before Elliot returned, which he then placed aside the documents in hand after

noticing the woman on the couch.

“I heard that you’ve bumped into Hayley a moment ago. Don’t mind her,” he comforted.

“I don’t care about her, but I don’t want her to see you either.” Anastasia expressed her genuine

thoughts.

Elliot raised his hand and promised, “I swear I won’t see her in the future.”

It was not entirely possible for Anastasia to forget about what had happened five years ago. She should

accept the past, yet there was an invisible needle deeply pricked into her heart to constantly remind her

of the pain.

“Have you informed your father about the engagement?”

“Nope.” She shook her head as it was a

decision done last night.

His finger brushed the tip of her nose. “Seems like you’re not that excited about our engagement.”

She let out a wry smile. “I promise that I’ll tell him today.”

Only then was he satisfied. “We’ll start preparing for the wedding right after the engagement.”

Anastasia nodded in agreement, for she had accepted the fact that she could not escape from his palm.

“Let’s pick up Jared together this afternoon.” Elliot was in fact registered as Jared’s father in the school’s

record.

“Sure! By the way, I’m going to the showcase this Friday.”

“Okay. It’s good to wander around too.”

On the other hand, Francis decided to visit Naomi at the detention center after having suppressed his

urge to do so for the past few days.

With her hands fettered with a handcuff, she pounced on the iron railings vehemently as soon as she

saw him. “Francis! Francis, you’ve finally come to see me. I’m so sorry. I’m really sorry. It’s all my fault.

Please forgive me.” Her eyes twinkled with hope as she knew that Francis was the only person who

could save her. He was her last ray of hope and she no longer wanted to be imprisoned.

Gazing at the woman who had aged so much more than before, Francis recalled the ferocious words he

had heard before losing his consciousness. Never in his

wildest dream had he imagined his wife to be so ruthless. He wished that it was a mere nightmare and it

was simply her doppelganger attempting to kill him.

“One question, though. How could bring yourself to kill me?” His face distorted in agony. you

“Francis, I was wrong! I didn’t want to kill you. I-I was possessed! Francis, you know how much I love

you, don’t you? Haven’t we gotten along well in the past twenty years?” The desperate woman slapped

herself in the face. “I’m a sinner…”