Chapter 182 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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Fear rippled through Hayley when she heard this. As droplets of tea rolled down her cheeks, she looked as pathetic as a wet dog.

“I’d watch myself if I were you,” Anastasia added coldly. Then, she spun on her heels elegantly and walked out the door.

Behind her, Hayley was so angry she could combust on the spot. However, she could only bottle up her spite and resentment. She was used to it anyway, and all she had to do now was wait for the right time to unleash vengeance on Anastasia in a fit of maniacal rage, just like how all the grudges she had saved up since grade school burst and culminated into a glorious form of revenge against Anastasia back in college.

Ten minutes later, Felicia brought the necklaces into Anastasia’s office and offered empathetically, “Anastasia, would you like me to have these delivered to President Presgrave on your behalf instead?”

Hayley had been the one who assigned this task to Anastasia to rile her up, but she would not rise to the bait. She would execute it personally just to show that she was better than that. As such, she said, “No, I can do it. Has President Presgrave come into work yet?”

Felicia called the extension line for the president’s office, and after hanging up, she told Anastasia, “He doesn’t usually come in until 3.00PM. Mind waiting for him?”

Anastasia shook her head. After all, she wasn’t in a rush anyway.

When Felicia left, Anastasia opened up the ornate jewelry case and gazed upon the necklaces she had so painstakingly designed and created. There was even a symbol engraved on the clasp that signified true love.

She had put so much thought and effort into this pair of necklaces. While she designed them, she had hoped that whoever received them would share an eternal love and that nothing would separate the lovers no matter what. However, the necklaces were nothing more than a symbol of irony right now.

Anastasia got a call from Felicia at around 3.00PM informing her that Elliot had come into work. From the looks of it, Felicia was more invested and concerned about this matter than the designer herself.

After regaining her composure, Anastasia grabbed the jewelry case from her desk and walked out of her office.

Over at the presidential office, Rey handed over the report he was holding to the man in the white shirt who had just shrugged off his suit jacket. “President Presgrave, according to the investigation, Lawrence will be actively acquiring Tillman Constructions within a week. As of now, he has already bought up a huge number of shares in Tillman Constructions, which is enough to enter into negotiations with the board.”

Rey had yet to finish his report when a knock came from the door, and it was followed by a woman’s voice. “President Presgrave, it’s me, Anastasia. May I come in?”

Upon hearing this, Elliot immediately loosened up and gave Rey a meaningful look. “Keep an eye on Tillman Constructions and let me know if anything happens.”

“Yes, sir,” Rey replied. Then, he hurried over to open the door and flashed a smile at Anastasia as he greeted, “Good afternoon, Miss Tillman.”

“And to you as well, Mr. Osbourne.”

“President Presgrave is in,” he said before stepping to the side. “This way, please.”

Anastasia walked through the door and immediately saw the man at the desk. He was wearing a simple white satin shirt, but for some reason, he looked imposing all the same.

When she thought about what happened last night, her clear and determined gaze suddenly wavered, and she felt flustered just from looking at him.

She lowered her gaze and headed straight for his desk, and she later heard Rey closing the door behind her.

“What can I do for you?” Elliot asked with a smile.

She passed him the jewelry case and said casually, “Here you go. This is for you.”

A surprised look flashed across his face when he saw the box in her hand, for it looked like it contained jewelry. He took the box and opened it, and his eyes lit up at the sight of the necklaces nestled within. “This is quite the sudden gift.”

Anastasia could tell that he had mistaken this as a gift from her. She crossed her arms and explained pointedly, “It’s a gift from a woman, but the woman isn’t me. It’s Hayley.” She ground out the name with no small amount of hatred.

Elliot froze, and he let his hand drop as he asked, “Why are you giving it to me on her behalf?”

“I don’t want to either, but seeing as she specifically asked me to design the necklaces, I have no choice but to deliver it for her as well,” she answered impassively and turned to leave.

She had only just spun on her heels when a low male voice called out after her, “Wait.”

She turned to look at him with narrowed eyes. “What? Do you want me to help you put on the necklace as well, President Presgrave?”

Elliot glared at her incredulously. He couldn’t understand why she was not even the slightest bit jealous. He raised a brow and said, “I have no intention of accepting this gift.”

“That’s not my problem. If you don’t want it, just give it back to Hayley yourself,” Anastasia countered indifferently, though her heart gave a squeeze. Is he really not going to accept it?

“Well, Anastasia, I would like you to take my order for a necklace. You can come up with any design you think best,” he said smoothly as he stood up. His towering height seemed to put pressure on her as he took a few steps toward her. “Something close to around ten million, and you’ll get a handsome commission out of it. What do you think?”

She narrowed her pretty eyes at him. Did he fall out of bed this morning and hit his head? She could come up with no other reason as to why he was making such a random proposition all of a sudden. He was the president of the company, and he could have all the jewelry he wanted. However, he chose to spend ten million on something designed by her. Then again, the commission that could come from this would be a handsome sum. All in all, she had nothing to lose.

It took only a few seconds for her to ponder on this, and a smile curled on her lips as she asked, “Are you serious about this, President Presgrave?”

“Very serious,” he answered, and he didn’t look like he was joking as he eyed her steadily. “In fact, I can pay up right now.”

“Take it easy, President Presgrave. I’m willing to take up any order as long as I get paid for it,” she drawled breezily before turning to leave the office.

Elliot smirked. As expected, the woman was highly motivated by money.

Presently, Anastasia opened the door and left. The frustration she had been feeling earlier was gone. She was amused at how the sentiment behind Hayley’s gesture was lost on the likes of Elliot, who had not only been uninformed of the gift but also refused it without even giving it a second thought.

As things were, Anastasia was rather pleased with how things had turned out in the end.

Ten minutes later, Felicia received a call from a customer who specifically asked Anastasia to design a men’s necklace for him, and he was willing to pay ten million for the final product. He also mentioned that she had free rein over the design.

Felicia just about collapsed in her seat when she heard this. The commission that she would get from two consecutive personal orders alone was staggering enough to make anyone’s jaw drop. She went to Anastasia’s office and said, “Anastasia, make sure you give this project your all. Forget about the other regular designs you’ve been working on and focus on this order. Don’t hesitate to come to me for any input.” With that, she left.

Anastasia waited until Felicia had gone out of earshot before picking up the phone to call the man’s extension line. A low and husky voice drawled insouciantly on the other line, “Hello?”

“I can’t believe you actually placed the order,” she said in bewilderment.

“Well, now that I have, I expect you to work hard on it.”

“Do you have any specific designs in mind? What about the style of the necklace?” she asked further, treating him like how she would any other customer.

“You have free rein over this,” he said. He had to stop himself from adding, I know thay I’ll like it anyway.

Anastasia considered this for a moment and suggested, “Why don’t I come up with a rough sketch and you can tell me what you think about it?”

“Okay,” Elliot replied easily. After a pause, he continued, “Just put your heart into it.”

Like I’ve never done that for all my other designs, she thought dryly. “That’s sort of like an entry-level requirement for a designer, you know,” she pointed out witheringly.

“No, it’s different.” He chuckled. “You could picture me as your husband or boyfriend and really throw your heart and soul into the design. Think of the necklace as a token of love.”

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