My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 136

“I’ll tell the finance department to take their funds back, and I’ll return the trophy to the organizer. I don’t need your generosity.” Anastasia turned to leave after finishing her words, but the man behind her stood up immediately. “Wait,” he barked.

Her body froze before she turned to look at him. “Is anything else the matter, President Presgrave?”

“I’ll not meddle with your work-related stuff, but I would still like to care for you and Jared personally,” he uttered in a clear manner.

“There’s no need for that. Thank you.” She rejected him firmly.

“What about Nigel? Would you take his help if he offered it to you?” Elliot shot her an angry glare.

“He and I are friends, while I’m just your subordinate at work. We’re practically strangers if we don’t work together,” Anastasia replied flatly. She turned to leave once more. Strangers? Elliot took a while to digest her words. I don’t want us just to be strangers. I finally have a clear understanding of my feelings toward her after last night, and I’m not about to let her go. I know that she didn’t truly say yes to Nigel’s proposal; Nigel doesn’t even know about her past.

her heart was protected by an invincible shield. Although his grandmother had told him to give up on her, he

to meet Felicia. She told Felicia everything about the reward, but Felicia didn’t seem too impressed. Is she an idiot? Felicia thought. Why would she want to let all of this go? Even if Elliot was the one who had gotten her this trophy and money,

this money, and I don’t want the

how you relied on connections to get your prize. Are you sure you want to sacrifice your reputation for this?” Felicia

about this, and I feel like a joke to all of them. I’d rather they laugh at me for one month than for the rest of my life,” she explained. Felicia didn’t know what else to do, so she let out a sigh. “You’re the most stubborn person I know. Sure, I’ll gladly hand the trophy to someone else. I’ll get this done

and zoned out for a while. Right then, she noticed someone sending flowers to the front entrance of the office. Soon enough, Grace

didn’t need to think to know who had sent her the flowers. She eyed the relatively pricey blue roses as she felt a headache forming. She had no choice but to take them in. After bringing the flowers to her desk, she gave Nigel a call. “Hey! Did you get

my work.” Anastasia didn’t

I give you flowers?”

contact, and we can have meals together, but I just don’t want you to send

you lunch today, then. I’m at the building opposite your company. I just started renovating my office,” Nigel explained with