Chapter 262 Lawrence Wants to Get Back at My Dad
“Anastasia, if you’ve encountered any trouble at work, don’t hesitate to tell Elliot. Go ahead and bother him. If he doesn’t deal with it, tell me. I’ll give him a piece of my mind.” Nigel was all enthusiastic when it came to giving his cousin trouble.
Anastasia chuckled in response. “That won’t be necessary. My projects won’t escalate to his level.”
“I’m not just talking about your projects. You have colleagues too. Just have Elliot fire whoever you despise.” He didn’t want her to have a hard time at work.
“Please, Nigel. The office is a place for work, not for me to bully people.” Anastasia waved her hand.
Just then, her phone rang, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the caller ID—it was Elliot.
“Why aren’t you answering? Who is it?”
“President Presgrave.” Anastasia didn’t hide it from Nigel.
“Give it to me. I’ll answer it.” With that, he grabbed her phone.
“Hey. Nigel… No nonsense, please!” Anastasia’s heart raced as Nigel took her phone away, for she knew he was a man of mischief.
However, it wouldn’t be Nigel if he didn’t cause a little bit of trouble. “Hey, Elliot. Anastasia can’t come to the phone right now. Just talk to me.”
“Why are you two together?” Elliot asked monotonously.
Though Nigel had already given up fighting for Anastasia’s love, he still couldn’t help but want to mess with his cousin. “Why? Are you scared that I’ll take her for myself?” He chuckled.
“Hand the phone to her. This is important.” Elliot wasn’t in the mood to joke.
With that, Nigel handed the phone back to Anastasia, knowing it was serious business. “He wants to talk to you!”
After taking the phone, she got up and went aside. “Hello?”
“Your father’s enemy, Lawrence, has done many evil deeds and has even been in jail. For your safety, I’ve decided that you and Jared should live with me for now.” Elliot cut to the case.
“I’m sorry, what?” Anastasia’s eyes widened with incredulity. “Live with you?”
“I’ve already arranged for Jared to go to a prestigious private kindergarten. The security there is tight. You don’t have to worry about his safety there,” he said gravely.
“Thanks, but I don’t want to trouble you further. I’ll be extra careful.” Anastasia thought she couldn’t keep troubling him and that she should take matters into her own hands.
“Anastasia, what’s more important, Jared’s safety or your ego?” Elliot hit the roof.
“Thank you for your concern, President Presgrave.” With that, she hung up.
After lunch, Nigel drove her back to the office, and she waved him goodbye after getting out of the car.
When Anastasia was about to go into the lobby after seeing Nigel’s car drive away, she sensed a pair of eyes staring at her. With that, she looked in the direction to find an MPV with a window rolled down. Inside, a man was watching her as he took a drag.
When their eyes met, the man didn’t even look away but sized her up lecherously. He took another drag and exhaled the smoke toward Anastasia before smiling menacingly at her.
Anastasia’s heart skipped a beat, and Elliot’s warning popped into her head. Is that guy really Lawrence’s henchman? Is he really intending to get back at Dad, and now he has his eyes on me?!
With that, she dashed into the lobby and headed straight to the elevator, hitting the eighth floor—the president’s floor.
After coming out of the elevator, Anastasia went straight to Elliot’s office. Before entering, she checked with one of his assistants. “Is President Presgrave in?”
“The president had just arrived. He’s inside,” the assistant answered.
With that, she knocked on the door, and a husky male voice came from inside. “Come in.”
Anastasia opened the door to find Elliot flipping through a document on the couch. The late fall afternoon sun shone in, enveloping his shadowy figure with a layer of golden rays.
“President Presgrave, I have something to discuss with you.” Anastasia didn’t dare act carelessly anymore. After seeing that spotter, she began growing nervous. Ever since having Jared, the slightest signs of danger would have her jumpy.
“Sure.” Elliot put the document down.
“There’s a spotter at the entrance. I suspect he works for Lawrence. How did you learn that Lawrence wants to get back at my dad?” Anastasia asked with absolute worry.
