Chapter 142

In her dreams, Anastasia gave her mother her word. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was
already dawn.

As she went to the front of a mirror, she saw that her slightly swollen eyes had turned visibly more
haggard.

After dropping her son off at school, she went to work. The moment she entered the elevator, two
women in front of her intentionally spoke in loud voices. “Hey! Wasn’t there a trophy in the display case
before? Why is it missing?”

“I heard that it was returned. It was awarded under pretenses so great that someone felt too ashamed
to accept it!”

“My, if it were me, I wouldn’t even leave the house, let alone come to work!’

“Would you both like a loudspeaker so that you can make yourselves heard?” Anastasia asked them.

Both of them glanced at her. “Ah, Miss Tillman, we didn’t say who we were talking about! Are you
admitting it was you?”

talking about someone else. Don’t misunderstand us now. Miss Tillman.”

It was at that moment when the elevator stopped at the level of the Department of Design. As
Anastasia moved to step out of the elevator, one of the women suddenly stuck a foot out and nearly
tripped her. She then turned back to angrily glare at the woman.

“My apologies, Miss Tillman,” the woman apologized in a fake manner despite having clearly done it on
purpose.



After huffing, Anastasia walked to her office. Grace had already tidied it up for her and even poured her
a cup of coffee.

At ten in the morning, Felicia held a department meeting.

A somewhat listless Anastasia took her seat and played with her pen. The noisy conference room
suddenly became so quiet that she could have heard a pin drop.

As she jerked her head up, she saw Elliot’s tall, handsome figure coming in through the conference
room door. He hadn’t been to the meetings in several days and she had no idea why he was here now.

Nonetheless, she lowered her head down again in her reluctance to pay any attention to him.

As he pulled out a chair and sat down next to Anastasia, Felicia greeted respectfully, “Good morning,
President Presgrave.”

“Let’s begin,” Elliot uttered in a low voice as he looked at the woman next to him. Anastasia looked like
she had a lot on her mind.

Then, Felicia suddenly called her name. “Anastasia.”

Buried deep in her own thoughts, Anastasia failed to respond and everyone stared at her in
astonishment. How bold she had to be to space out so completely even with Elliot sitting next to her!

“Anastasia, do you hear me?” Felicia raised her voice.

Abruptly, Anastasia came back to her senses and realized that she was being called. She quickly—
nodded. “Oh! Please proceed, Director Evans.”

“We just received a private custom order. The client has expressly asked for you to design her a set of
jewelry. You should be fine with that, shouldn’t you?”



Since Anastasia lacked money at the moment, she didn’t hesitate to nod. “Of course.”

Meanwhile, seated opposite Anastasia was Alice, who kept lowering the collar of her blouse in such a
manner that her blouse was becoming out of shape. With intent, she directed her cleavage toward
Elliot.

Naturally being able to see what the woman was doing, Anastasia propped her chin up with a hand and
sneered at Alice. “You better stop tugging or your blouse will tear.”

A furiously blushing Alice glanced at Elliot before glaring at Anastasia.

Even Felicia coughed lightly with embarrassment. “Behave yourselves.”

Since what Alice had been doing was only meant for Elliot’s eyes, she hadn’t expected Anastasia to
expose her so directly.

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“Is there anything you’d like to add?” Felicia now looked at Elliot.

“Anastasia Tillman, stay behind. Everyone else, leave,” Elliot ordered quietly.

Once again, Anastasia received a wave of envious, resentful glances, yet she had no choice but to
remain in her seat as Felicia dismissed everyone else and closed the door after them.

“Please stop interfering with my dad’s business in the future. That said, I’m glad for the help you’ve
offered him in the past.” She looked earnestly up at Elliot. No matter what, she had to thank him.

“I’m only doing what I should have done, Anastasia. You don’t need to feel guilty.” He stared at her
deeply.



“No, my father owes you, and I’ll pay you back on his behalf from now on.” Since she still didn’t want
her father to know about this, she would have to pay Elliot back on his behalf.


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