Chapter 307 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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“It is Christmas Eve tomorrow. Are you going to celebrate it at the Presgrave Residence?” Anastasia asked, to which Elliot hummed in response. “I always celebrate it with my grandmother.”

Anastasia would be going back to her father’s house tomorrow. Although there was no place for her in that house, it was still a place she called ‘home’ as long as her father was there.

“Would it be okay if I invited both you and Jared to Grandma’s place on Christmas?” Elliot asked in a low voice after a slight pause.

She gave it a thought and decided that she wouldn’t be home during Christmas if she were to be there on the eve.

“Sure!” She nodded in reply.

The arms around her waist soon tightened as she was pulled even more tightly into the man’s chest. The man then made a move to kiss her, but she reached out to cover his thin lips just in time. “No kisses,” she squeaked. “Don’t mess up the makeup I have on.”

Anastasia had to face her rivals in love tonight, so she had to make sure her makeup would put her at an advantage.

The man nibbled on her collarbone unhappily at that. “It should be okay to kiss you here, shouldn’t it?” he growled.

It immediately felt like electricity coursed through Anastasia’s body as she allowed the man to punish her with a kiss. At this moment, Elliot’s phone began to ring. He glanced at it, thereafter going to the sofa and sitting down as he picked up the call. “Hello?”

“Everything has been arranged as per your instruction, President Presgrave,” Rey reported from the other end of the call.

Elliot grunted in agreement and his eyes showed a glint of satisfaction.

Without them realizing, it was already 6.30 PM, and all the invited people were present. At this moment, a woman clad in a sensual dress walked in from the entrance. It turned out to be Aliona. All the effort she had put into her appearance tonight was for the sake of catching Elliot’s attention.

Felicia, who had seen her walking in, came over to her. “Aliona, why are you here?”

“Why can’t I come, Felicia? I am also an employee of Bourgeois.” Aliona answered in a prickly tone because she knew that Felicia and Anastasia were on good terms.

Felicia was unperturbed by her rudeness, and she only calmly replied, “I don’t think your name is on the invitation list.”

“My relationship with President Presgrave allows me to come if I want to.” After she said that, Aliona turned to the manager standing at the side. “Go get a seat for me!”

Felicia was at a loss for words after hearing what Aliona said. Even though she was a registered employee at Bourgeois, she had no sense of responsibility for her work. She had never even submitted a usable draft from the time she joined the company.

At the same time, May was welcoming Hayley in the hall downstairs. As soon as the former saw Hayley walking in from outside, she immediately jumped up in joy. “There you are, Hayley!”

The evening gown Hayley rented from the boutique wasn’t bad at all. At least, it was worth the price she paid for it.

“Hayley, you look so beautiful!” May noticed at a glance that the other woman had undergone plastic surgery.

“Has the event started? Did you arrange a seat for me?” Hayley asked May.

“It is done.” May still wanted to curry favor with her. She was expecting Hayley to one day place an order with her, and she would then get a huge amount as commission.

Hayley walked into the banquet hall and sat in an inconspicuous seat for guests. The only reason she came tonight was just to find her chance to put on a pitiful act in front of Elliot and make him sympathize with her.

As the celebration was about to begin, everyone had started to come over from the buffet table.

Anastasia and Elliot were having their dinner in the hotel suite when Felicia sent the former a message to notify her that the performance was about to start. Felicia also asked Anastasia when she would go down to the banquet hall.

Not wanting to miss the live performance of her favorite singer, Anastasia quickly urged Elliot, “Let’s go down now!”

He only nodded in reply before and he accompanied her to the hall.

Even as the lights had deliberately been dimmed, Elliot managed to bask everyone present in his aura the moment he and Anastasia stepped in. With his straight posture and mile-long legs, he had the demeanor of an arrogant king.

“President Presgrave is here.”

“Oh, lord! It really is President Presgrave! I thought he wouldn’t come!”

“I can’t believe I am seeing President Presgrave in the flesh. He is so good-looking!”

“Hey, who is that woman by his side?!”

The sounds of admiration of the female guests below the stage almost overshadowed the music playing in the background.

Hayley’s breath seemed to hitch as she looked at the couple. The man that she had been thinking about these days was right in front of her eyes, and he had the woman she hated the most by his side.

Meanwhile, Aliona, who was amongst the guests, was so excited her eyes lit up. Elliot was finally here.

When Larry was planning the seating arrangement, he made sure that Elliot and Anastasia were in the first row. Even the spokesperson Cecilia Acre, who was seated next to him, was so excited she found it hard to breathe as she started busying herself with doing this and that to get Elliot’s attention.

Anastasia finally knew how it felt to be Elliot—she had become the focus of all women tonight. She could feel the intensely envious eyes along the way that seemed like they could poke holes in her any moment now.

“Hello, President Presgrave. I am Cecilia Acre, the spokesperson for Bourgeois. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Cecilia took the initiative and greeted him.

Elliot nodded slightly at her. “Hello.”

Cecilia initially had a waistcoat on, but as she spoke to Elliot, she subconsciously reached out to tug on it slightly, making it slide down to reveal her silken skin exposed by the deep V-neck of her outfit.

Anastasia could tell at a glance what the female artist was plotting to do.

She was slightly speechless when she saw that, but she had to admit that Cecilia had a bold fashion style.

Of course, she only wore it for Elliot to see, and not anyone else.

At this exact moment, the emcee of the event stepped onto the stage. After he gave a passionate introduction, Larry took the emcee’s place, and he gave a speech regarding a detailed introduction to the outlook and future development of Bourgeois.

However, other than the performance, what everyone was looking forward to tonight was the lucky draw session. It was said that both the prize money and winning rate tonight were extraordinarily high.

The performance finally began at 7 PM.

The first person to take the stage was Anastasia’s favorite singer, Hank O’rion. He was dressed as handsomely as a prince. Among the warm applause from the audience, Anastasia was also very enthusiastic as she clapped in earnest.

Despite the commotion, Elliot didn’t look at the singer once, as he was deeply attracted by the woman beside him who was clapping with all her might. His dark eyes were filled with a myriad of emotions as he stared at her.

Anastasia, however, was completely enthralled by Hendrix, who was on the stage. The song he was singing was also coincidentally her favorite song.

Elliot’s cold gaze first glanced at the singer who blew kisses to his audience, and then the former turned back to looking at Anastasia’s charmed expression.

So this is why she insisted on attending the banquet? he fumed. Is it all because of this singer?

At that point, Anastasia finally felt goosebumps from the intensity of Elliot’s stare, so she turned to look at him as she asked, “What is the matter?”

The woman had obviously made his mood sour, and yet she dared to ask him what happened!

“Do you like him a lot?” he suddenly hissed.

Even though the light was dim, Anastasia could still feel Eliot’s overbearing aura. That cold gaze of his was even more piercing than the cold air outside. She couldn’t help but gulp in fear as she thought, He would definitely get angry if I were to say that I like Hendrix!

And so, she decided to reply to him with a clever answer. “I like his songs,” she announced.

“That means you like him, huh?” There was a trace of displeasure as the man frowned.

She had no other choice but to appease him by reaching under the table and holding his hand in hers. His eyebrows finally relaxed at that, and he domineeringly grabbed her fingers tight.

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