NIGHT OF DESTINY NOVEL BY VANESSA K - Season 3 Episode 55

Anastasia was interrupted by Elliot’s self-blame. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve prevented this from

happening, and then your father wouldn’t have suffered.”

“How is it your fault, Elliot? I just want to ask if it’s okay for you to help my father this time. If you can

help my father settle the acquisition, I will do whatever you want to repay you,” blurted Anastasia.

After all, one should be humble and put themselves at the lowest when asking for a favor.

Elliot, on the other end, was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

“Are you willing to do anything?”

Somehow, Anastasia felt a current running through her body as her face heated up. Elliot didn’t even

say anything flirty, but she could feel her body going limp a little after hearing his words.

“Yes. I will do anything in my ability to repay you.” Anastasia shut her eyes and went all out this time.

Anyway, she had no more pride in front of him anymore.

“Okay. I will settle your father’s company acquisition. Tell him not to worry about it.” Elliot’s voice

sounded low yet powerful, reassuring even.

It was as if everything he uttered would give anyone peace of mind.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Anastasia thanked him, saying, “Thank you, President Presgrave.”

“Call me Elliot.”

His order sounded irrefutable, leaving Anastasia with no choice but to obey his demand.

“Thank you, Elliot,” Anastasia repeated, face burning hot.

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Elliot chuckled at that, asking, “Does this mean we’ve made up?”

Anastasia fell silent for a moment when she recalled how she came to a resolute decision to draw lines

with him last time. It was a painful slap to her face now.

“Okay, I’ll stop teasing you. Bye!” Elliot didn’t want to embarrass her anymore, so he hung up the

phone.

Putting down the phone, Anastasia lay down on her bed weakly and pulled the covers over her face.

Ugh…

However, she quickly regained her senses and called her father. After passing Elliot’s message to her

father, Francis sounded surprised. “That’s great news, Anastasia! My company has hope now! I feel

reassured now that Young Master Elliot is willing to help us.”

Anastasia understood how her father felt. The company was like his third child—one he would never

give up on.

After hanging up the phone, Anastasia felt relieved because her father was fine now, so she didn’t have

to worry.

In Tillman Residence, Erica noticed that her mother was sitting on the sofa thoughtfully after dinner.

When she came downstairs, her mother was still there, so she sat beside her and inquired, “Mom, are

you worried about Dad’s company?”

Besides her husband’s company, Naomi was also distressed because of her husband’s conversation

with Anastasia earlier. He said he would pass down the company to Anastasia and then to Jared but

never mentioned a word about Naomi and Erica.

It seemed that he wasn’t going to let them both have the company anymore.

“Erica, I’m sure you can tell who your father’s favorite child. You should work harder.”

“What do you mean I don’t work hard? Dad is always biased toward Anastasia, and she is also a

cunning woman.” Erica couldn’t admit that she was useless.

Naomi was aware of her own daughter’s ability, but she was too tired to criticize her, so she looked into

her daughter’s eyes with a serious gaze. “Guess what I overheard from your father when I went back to

get my bag this afternoon?”

“What did he say?”

“Your father plans to let Anastasia’s son inherit the company, and he is also currently training Alex so

that he will marry Anastasia in the future and help her manage the company.”

“What about us? Mom, what about me? What do I get?” Erica was so anxious that she leaped up from

the couch and looked at her mother.

“What else do we get if the company is going to be passed on to Anastasia and her son? We don’t get

anything. Your dad never planned to leave us with anything. Hah! I finally see his true colors now. He

only cares about Anastasia and his ex-wife. I guess our relationship means nothing to him!” Naomi

gnashed her teeth in anger.