Chapter 225 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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“Miss Dora received flowers again! And it’s a big bouquet this time!”

“It must be from President Presgrave.”

“Undoubtedly. Apart from him, who would be this generous?”

The two assistants who were chatting clearly knew that Anastasia was nearby and they raised the volume of their voices. “Miss Dora is so blissful now! Who knows that she might be our future lady boss?”

“Yes, she would definitely be.”

Aliona’s office did have a flower bouquet, but she was the only one who knew it wasn’t from Elliot. Instead, it was from Riley. Everyone outside had assumed it was from Elliot and she didn’t want to clarify because rumors could sometimes become true when they spread widely enough.

When Anastasia arrived at her office, she put down her bag and called Grace. “Please make me a cup of coffee.”

She then turned on her computer and was determined to finish her work. She couldn’t let Elliot and Aliona’s relationship bother her any longer.

At 10.00AM, her office phone rang. “Hello, who’s that?”

“Come to my office.” A mesmerizing deep voice sounded from the other end of the call. Who else could it be besides Elliot?

Yet, Anastasia did not want to see him. “We can talk over the phone, President Presgrave.”

“It’s about work.” He hung up the call immediately.

She stood up and left for his office while biting her lower lip, remembering that he was still her boss.

Elliot was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the president’s office. He was dressed in a charcoal black suit with a black shirt on the inside today. The well-tailored suit highlighted his attractive waistline and broad shoulders, which made him appear fashionable.

Seeing that, she had no choice but to admit that he was the most handsome man in a suit that she had ever seen.

“Why are you looking for me, President Presgrave?” she asked straightforwardly.

Elliot’s sharp eyes noticed that she appeared pale today and the dark circles beneath her eyes seemed to indicate that she had not slept well. Was it because of me? he wondered. At this moment, his heart ached for her.

“You did not submit any sketches this month. Why is that so? Are you not in the mood to work?” He did say he wanted to talk about work, though.

Anastasia’s face turned paler when she heard that and she explained, “I took on a few higher-end projects. Hence, I didn’t focus much on the regulars.”

“Is that so?” Just after he finished his words, someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” he said, his voice deep.

Felicia then pushed the door open and walked in. She was taken aback to see Anastasia in the office. “Why are you not coming in, Felicia?” he asked, squinting his eyes.

She walked over and set down the jewelry box she was holding. “President Presgrave, these are the matching bracelets you requested.”

Elliot nodded. “Just put it here.”

Felicia looked worriedly at Anastasia, who was staring at the jewelry box on the table. Sneering in her heart, Anastasia assumed that this man was making a concerted effort to court Aliona. He even bought matching bracelets now!

“If nothing else, I’m going back to work now,” she said indifferently. She didn’t want to be here for another second.

“Take care, Anastasia. You don’t look good.” Looking at her from behind, he was concerned.

“I’m very good,” she replied without even turning her head, “and I don’t need your concern, President Presgrave.”

He had invited her over solely to let her notice the matching bracelets—a goal that was now accomplished.

Just as she reached the door, she came to a halt and turned to face the man sitting on the sofa. With a profound tone, she asked, “I heard that you’re dating Aliona, President Presgrave. Is that true?”

Hearing it from himself was way better than relying on the rumors.

“Who said that? Is there such a thing?” With a slightly raised brow, Elliot gave an answer that was neither admitting or denying the rumors.

That pricked Anastasia’s heart. When she heard his evasive response, she turned around and walked away in determination.

He clutched his fist tightly as he watched her walk away. She looks really haggard; are my actions going too far?

She did not return to her office after leaving the president’s office. Instead, she left the atelier and spent some time alone in the café next door because her thoughts were in a mess.

Meanwhile, Alice entered Anastasia’s room with a cup of coffee in hand; she was eager to see Anastasia’s pitiful state after being dumped. She did not expect the room to be empty and had intended to leave. However, at that moment, she saw a few sketches on the table and an idea popped up in her mind. Then, she examined the sketches and they stunned her right on the spot.

They were absolutely amazing. Based on the concept of the starry sky, the sketches were exquisite and finely drawn, as if they were natural creations.

An immense sense of envy filled her heart. She quickly took her phone and photographed the sketches before hurriedly returning them to their original location and leaving Anastasia’s office.

When Alice came out, no one was around and no one noticed her presence either. Feeling relieved, she went straight back to her office.

As she sat on her seat and looked at the sketches, she had an evil intention in her heart. She assumed the sketches were what Anastasia was working on for the upcoming jewelry show. Things would be interesting if Anastasia was caught plagiarizing, Alice reasoned.

She already had a plan in mind. Using her phone, she contacted a designer from the company’s competitor who happened to be preparing for the same jewelry show as well. She wanted the designer to upload the sketches at first instance and save them as source files as she knew that for Anastasia, the sketches were only the first drafts. When the plagiarism issue came to light, the time the source file was uploaded to the computer would be the deciding factor.

And the designer that Alice contacted did the same. After making a few minor modifications, she immediately sent it to the factory to have the finished product made and displayed at the exhibition counter before Anastasia could do anything.

In the meantime, at the Department of Design, Aliona’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller and walked out of her office before she switched her phone to silent mode. She didn’t answer the phone until she was out of the atelier. “Hello, Father. Sorry, it was inconvenient for me to pick up your call earlier.”

“Have you received the flowers that I’ve sent?”

“Yes, but Father, don’t do it again in case Elliot notices.”

“It’s not a big deal; I merely wanted to express my concern. Aliona, is there any progress between Elliot and you?”

She happily curved the corners of her mouth in response. “Obviously. I believe he is now attracted to me. I’ll be able to finish the mission in no time.”

“Did Anastasia hinder you?”

A sense of arrogance flashed through her eyes. “Father, she can’t hinder me at all. I overestimated her earlier.”

“That’s good, as long as she doesn’t get in the way of our plan,” Riley replied in his deep voice.

“I’ll follow the plan and get what we want as soon as possible, Father, which is to sleep with Elliot, get pregnant with his child, and force him to marry me.” Aliona couldn’t wait to prove her attractiveness and take the credit before Riley.

Riley was like a father to her in Aliona’s heart.

“Good girl. I didn’t take care of you in vain. Well, I will wait for your good news.” He was also in a good mood as he had confidence in his beautiful goddaughter.

“Don’t worry, Father. You don’t have to be concerned about me,” Aliona replied confidently.

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