Chapter 227

Anastasia lifted her head and spotted Herman standing behind her, hands propped on the back of the couch, smiling at her.

Quickly composing herself, she asked, “All done with your stuff?”

Herman took a seat next to her, replying, “I’ve handed off the rest to my colleagues. Couldn’t keep my wife waiting. She might get all sorts of ideas.”

This swanky club offered certain… special services. Melinda, who’d just shown up, was one of the special service providers.

Anastasia hadn’t experienced it firsthand, but she knew. So Melinda’s words earlier had thrown her off a bit. Knowing Melinda, being in this place, with Mr. Winchester around… all easily led to all sorts of assumptions.

Had she ever been in this line of work?

She found it hard to believe. No matter how poor or how starving she was, she would never choose this line of work. Forcing a smile, Anastasia asked, “You guys always conduct business in places like this?”

“Can’t lie,” Herman answered honestly. “I come here often. But I promise you, I’d never do anything to betray you. You’re welcome to check up on me anytime.”

laugh. “I trust you.”

couldn’t trust the man who’d been with her through thick and thin, then she couldn’t trust anyone. Her life was saved by Herman, plucked right out of Cloud Mountain. Otherwise, she would’ve died

hand, asking, “Why are your hands so

“You just got out of the hospital, can’t catch a cold

She often thought how lucky she was

already gotten the message and had Herman’s Chevy

Anastasia, “Wait here for a sec. I’ll bring the car around.”

stood still,

the parking lot to get the car, and Nelson was waiting by the car. “Mr.

held out his hand.

here, send the president home later, and treat him

be taken

Instead of taking Anastasia straight home, he drove to a small restaurant nearby. “Let’s have some hot soup to warm you up. You’ll sleep better when we

really had dinner yet, so she

restaurant, and Herman ordered two servings of pasta and

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