My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 299 Miss Tillman, What Are You Doing?

Anastasia had returned to Bourgeois after that.

As she was having lunch with Felicia outside, the latter told her that Elliot hadn’t been to Bourgeois ever since Anastasia had been on leave. She then teasingly added, “It looks to me you are the only reason President Presgrave comes to the company!”

Anastasia’s face immediately heated up. Felicia seemed to be someone who could see through everything. She also told Anastasia that a new designer had come over in the afternoon due to the expansion of the business. The person was a rather mysterious person whose gender Felicia didn’t know, and seemed to have had an airborne arrival at the company.

“For the designer to arrive in such a way, they definitely have some sort of relationship with President Presgrave,” Felicia speculated.

Hearing that, Anastasia couldn’t help but think to herself, Could it be a relative of the Presgrave family?

At 2:30PM, Anastasia went and greeted Lily, the assistant working in the general office. She reminded Lily to inform her as soon as Elliot reached the company.

She was sorting out the latest emails she had received when the landline rang, and she swiftly reached out to pick it up. “Hi,” she greeted briefly, in which Lily’s voice came from the other end of the call.

President Presgrave

“Got it. Thank you.”

out the bank card with 5 million dollars from her bag. She couldn’t

She suddenly thought of what Felicia said about how Elliot

the luxurious and spacious office of Presgrave Group’s headquarters, and transfer to a

it was for a fact that Elliot

when she saw the door that was hidden from plain sight, she was about to knock on it when she heard a coquettish laughter from

voice. “You can

my best not to bother you. I am already very happy to be your subordinate.” The female voice was pleasant to listen to. For her to have such a sweet and melodious voice, she probably

Felicia was talking about? She seems like she knows Elliot personally. Anastasia’s hand froze mid-air as

spoke expectantly. “Are you free tonight,

the Presgraves’ relative’s children, but when she heard her flirtatious tone, it was obvious that they were not related by blood. The woman probably fancied the man,

a dreamboat,