The Bound Between Us

Chapter 207

Tavon had been dabbling in the business world. He was not exactly loaded, but he’d got a fair chunk of change, with assets totaling in the hundreds of millions.

The Morton family ran a tea business, shipping their product overseas. Tavon had been around the block and met all sorts of people. But when he looked into Anastasia’s sharp eyes, he felt an inexplicable fear

Anastasia took the initiative to hop into the car, which took Tavon by surprise. He figured she would keep him at arm’s length. Seeing Anastasia in the car, Tavon cracked a smile, hopped in after her, and gestured for the driver to get a move on.

The car was roomy, and the temperature was just right. But when Anastasia sat down, Tavon felt a chill in the air.

Before Tavon could even open his mouth, Anastasia jumped in with a barrage of questions. “Where are you living now? What’s your family business? This car must have cost a pretty penny, right? Besides a daughter, do you have any other children? What’s annual

your

income? How much are your assets?”

Tavon was caught off guard by Anastasia’s rapid–fire questions. Tavon was a businessman, always playing his cards close to his chest.

the tea business, dabbled in tourism too. But the economy’s in the gutter, business isn’t exactly booming, so we’ve been losing money for years. I live in Willowbrook. Got a boy and a girl at home. They’re

daughter, Sandy, he showed Anastasia photos of Sandy in the hospital. Sandy looked frail and thin with IV tubes attached, undergoing dialysis. Her head was

see.

“It’s terminal. Both her mother, Ashley, and I have been tested, but we’re not a match. If we don’t find a bone marrow donor soon, Sandy’s going to be on borrowed time.”

Tavon’s intentions from his words. A few minutes of interaction was enough to further make Anastasia disappointed in

story you are. Got a son and a daughter, huh? I hear Willowbrook’s crawling with the well–to–do, especially those in the seafood business, raking in the

Tavon’s face turned a shade of red. “Ana,

father…”

off, “You think you can live up

down Tavon’s spine, and he found himself speechless under her

nearby café. Anastasia got out, and Tavon finally felt like he could breathe again.

his glasses. How could a daughter he’d never met be so

into the café. When she ordered coffee,

drink for himself. In the business world, he’d never felt so out of