My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 142

In her dreams, Anastasia gave her mother her word. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

As she went to the front of a mirror, she saw that her slightly swollen eyes had turned visibly more haggard.

After dropping her son off at school, she went to work. The moment she entered the elevator, two women in front of her intentionally spoke in loud voices. “Hey! Wasn’t there a trophy in the display case before? Why is it missing?”

“I heard that it was returned. It was awarded under pretenses so great that someone felt too ashamed to accept it!”

“My, if it were me, I wouldn’t even leave the house, let alone come to work!’

“Would you both like a loudspeaker so that you can make yourselves heard?” Anastasia asked them.

Both of them glanced at her. “Ah, Miss Tillman, we didn’t say who we were talking about! Are you admitting it was you?”

talking about someone else. Don’t misunderstand us now. Miss Tillman.”

It was at that moment when the elevator stopped at the level of the Department of Design. As Anastasia moved to step out of the elevator, one of the women suddenly stuck a foot out and nearly tripped her. She then turned back to angrily glare at the woman.

Tillman,” the woman apologized in a

Grace had already tidied it up for her and

ten in the morning,

played with her pen. The noisy conference room suddenly became so quiet that she could have heard a pin

up, she saw Elliot’s tall, handsome figure coming in through the conference room door. He hadn’t been to the meetings in several days and she had no idea why

lowered her head down again in her

pulled out a chair and sat down next to Anastasia, Felicia greeted respectfully, “Good morning,

begin,” Elliot uttered in a low voice as he looked at the woman next to him. Anastasia

Felicia suddenly called

and everyone stared at her in astonishment. How bold she

do you hear me?” Felicia raised

to her senses and realized that she was being called. She quickly— nodded. “Oh! Please

has expressly asked for you to design her a

money at the moment,

Anastasia was Alice, who kept lowering the collar of her blouse in such a manner that her blouse was becoming out of shape. With intent, she directed her cleavage toward

chin up with a hand and sneered at Alice. “You better stop tugging