My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 22

Despite that, Anastasia returned his gaze before replying with determination, “No one can stop me if I want to go.”

Right then, everyone was shocked by Anastasia’s attitude to challenge Elliot’s bottom line. She refused to go along with any of Elliot’s demands, and no one else in the entire company would have dared to do so.

“Alright, well, the meeting’s over now!” Even Felicia was terrified that Elliot might be angered and didn’t want to give Anastasia more opportunity to piss him off.

At this moment, Anastasia left her seat with her documents while Alice glared at her with jealousy. Who gave Anastasia the audacity to do what she did? How dare she treat Elliot like that?

When Anastasia returned to her office and wanted to take a sip of water, her office door was opened harshly before an angered figure entered the office.

When is this going to stop? She narrowed her eyes and looked at the man with a dark face in front of her before she placed her cup down. “What’s wrong, President Presgrave?”

“Show me President Curtis’s details.” Elliot reached out for the document from Anastasia.

“You saw him at the jewelry exhibition last night. His name is John Curtis,” Anastasia answered truthfully.

more. Why won’t she refuse to meet that guy at 8.00PM tonight when she already knows that he

tell that he

my draft is worth seven digits.” All Anastasia wanted was to

go meet him, then,”

order. I don’t need you to worry about me.” Then, Anastasia opened the door to her office and motioned for

his teeth and said, “Anastasia, you’ll regret

Anastasia raised her eyebrows before smiling. “That’s still none of

“You—” Elliot’s face darkened.

Anastasia, he had lost control of his anger

exhaled while watching as the man left angrily. Somehow, she felt a hint of thrill because Elliot was Hayley’s

look after Jared. Nevertheless, Francis agreed to pick Jared up at school, as he had been missing Jared after not seeing him for days and wanted to take him out for a nice meal

that her father would take care of her kid, Anastasia could finally work overtime without worry, as she still hadn’t completed the regular draft submissions that she needed to submit by

while staring at the beautiful sunset view outside of the window

the president’s office,

takeout just now, and she’s eating in the pantry currently. I’m guessing that

on.”