Nigel shifted his gaze to the road after he got in the car. At that moment, he caught sight of a black car
in his rearview mirror. The car was quite some distance away, but he could tell that it was his cousin’s
car. I’m glad I got here before him, Nigel thought. I want Elliot to witness my relationship with Anastasia
so that he’ll know he doesn’t have a chance. Tonight, I’m going to use my actions to show Elliot that
Anastasia belongs to me.
The sports car sped down the road while the man in the black car glared into the distance with a dark
look in his eyes. No one could tell what was going on in his mind. Elliot felt a surge of anger bubbling in
him as he thought about how the woman had rejected him so firmly. It turns out it was because she had
already told someone else to pick her up, he thought.
Anastasia didn’t notice that someone else had come over to pick her up as she was distracted by other
thoughts in her mind. Is Hayley going to be there? If she’s going to be there, then I don’t think I’ll stay
for long. Since Elliot and Hayley used to have a thing, perhaps Old Madam Presgrave might prefer
Hayley to be Elliot’s wife.
She didn’t know why she was troubling herself with all these pointless thoughts. While they were on the
way to the dinner, Nigel told her his ideas about his office design, and he got some of her opinions.
When she heard that it cost Nigel more than 50,000 to rent his office each month, she was utterly
speechless! I hate rich people!
“Can you try saving up some of your dad’s money?” she asked in a concerned tone. He immediately
burst into laughter. “I’m only spending so much because I know I have the ability to earn it back! Don’t
worry about me, Anastasia!”
“I can’t even earn your one month’s worth of rent in one year,” she replied. Then, she thought about the
1 million that she had won. She still felt rather uneasy about taking the money.
“You can always ask me if you need any money,” Nigel told her in a sincere tone.
“I don’t need money. I have enough to spend on myself,” she replied with a smile. She could always
adjust her lifestyle to fit her monthly income.
Finally, they arrived at the hotel for the charity dinner. The hotel belonged to the Mansons, and it looked
extremely luxurious and exclusive. That was when Anastasia understood how rich Nigel truly was.
When he got out of the car, he bumped into his father’s assistant. “Your dad is asking you to greet the
guests, Young Master Nigel!” the assistant said.
“Okay. I’ll go say hello to them. Can you bring this lady over to the hall?” Nigel asked the assistant.
“Sure. Please follow me, Miss,” the assistant replied.
“I’ll come over to you in a while, Anastasia. You can go up to have some food first,” Nigel said. “Okay!”
She nodded. About ten minutes later, a tall, lanky man walked into the hotel with a confident and
elegant stride. He looked especially respectable in his formal black suit.
“You’re here, Young Master Elliot. Please come in.” The hotel manager jogged over to greet him. “Go
on with your duties! You don’t have to worry about me.” Elliot waved the manager off before he walked
over to the elevator.
The hall looked like it could fit about 500 people. I’m really getting exposed to a whole new world today,
Anastasia thought. There are people from all kinds of industries. The Presgrave Family sure is
powerful!
Anastasia held a glass of red wine in her hand. She felt rather self-conscious since she didn’t match
the standards of the other guests there, and she had just been looking around her when she nearly
bumped into someone behind her. “Ah!” She cried before stumbling backward and looking up. What’s
he doing here? The person she had bumped into was Elliot!
“Apologize.” He shot her an icy glare.
“I’m sorry,” she uttered hastily. She could feel an icy aura coming from him as he walked past her, and
she bit her lip as she thought, What’s up with him tonight? Is he trying to act like he doesn’t know me?
Fine. There’s no need for me to pretend to be close to him now I don’t want any unnecessary troubles.
Right then, two girls let out a loud cry from beside her. “Hey, that’s Young Master Elliot! He’s so
handsome!” one said.
“I know, right? He’s every girl’s ideal type, after all.” another girl said. Anastasia blinked confusedly. Is
Elliot that attractive? Everyone’s ideal type, huh? Little do they know that Elliot’s actually made up of
ice.
Anastasia was starting to get hungry, so she walked over to help herself to some of the buffet dishes.
All of the food looked good, and Anastasia filled her plate with a bunch of her favorite dishes as she
continued thinking about the party. I bet Old Madam Presgrave is going to be busy tonight since she
has so many guests to greet. I have to see her before I leave.
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