My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 318

Elliot nodded. “Just put it here.”

Felicia looked worriedly at Anastasia, who was staring at the jewelry box on the table. Sneering in her heart, Anastasia assumed that this man was making a concerted effort to court Aliona. He even bought matching bracelets now!

“If nothing else, I’m going back to work now,” she said indifferently. She didn’t want to be here for another second.

“Take care, Anastasia. You don’t look good.” Looking at her from behind, he was concerned.

“I’m very good,” she replied without even turning her head, “and I don’t need your concern, President Presgrave.”

He had invited her over solely to let her notice the matching bracelets—a goal that was now accomplished.

Just as she reached the door, she came to a halt and turned to face the man sitting on the sofa. With a profound tone, she asked, “I heard that you’re dating Aliona, President Presgrave. Is that true?”

was way better than

thing?” With a slightly raised brow, Elliot gave an answer that was neither admitting or denying

evasive

her walk away. She looks really

her office after leaving the president’s office. Instead, she left the atelier and spent some time alone in the café

in hand; she was eager to see Anastasia’s pitiful state after being dumped. She did not expect the room to be empty and had intended to leave. However, at that

and they stunned her right

the starry sky, the sketches were exquisite and finely drawn,

her phone and photographed

noticed her presence either. Feeling relieved,

her heart. She assumed the sketches were what Anastasia was working on for the upcoming jewelry show. Things would be interesting if Anastasia was

mind. Using her phone, she contacted a designer from the company’s competitor who happened to be preparing for the same jewelry show as well. She wanted the designer to upload the sketches at first instance and save them as source files as she knew that for Anastasia, the sketches were only the first drafts. When the plagiarism issue came to light, the time the source file was

sent it to the fåctory to have the finished product made and displayed at the exhibition counter

before she switched her phone to silent mode. She didn’t answer the phone until she was out of the atelier. “Hello, Father. Sorry, it