Chapter 324 The Final Victor: Anastasia
“I am fine,” Anastasia answered with a nod of her head. All she wanted now was to have her own down time.
Seeing her like this, Felicia couldn’t help but feel bad for her. “There is no need for you to do this to yourself.”
“I really am fine.” Anastasia forced herself to smile.
Meanwhile, everyone else was eating at the table when Anastasia’s phone on the table suddenly rang. Elliot took a glance and he stood up to reach for the device.
There were 2 words on the screen—Mr. Hunter.
Why is he calling Anastasia? As he was annoyed to see the name, he unhesitantly rejected the call.
The sound of a message received soon came again. Back when Elliot had managed to unlock Anastasia’s phone’s facial recognition, he also took the opportunity to save his own face as a password to her phone. Now that he was able to unlock her phone, he was instantly greeted by a message with words filled with concern.
‘Anastasia, I heard from your Dad that you have a dinner event. Did you drink alcohol? Do you want me to come pick you up?’
A hint of displeasure flashed across the bottom of his eyes. Since when has she become so close to Alex?
Another message then came again. ‘Tell me your address. I will be your chauffeur!”
Elliot’s face was stiff as he stared at the screen of the phone and he eventually put the phone face-down on the table.
Aliona, who was sitting beside him, noticed how the man’s handsome face had turned cold in an instant.
There was no way he would allow another man to take advantage of Anastasia after she had drank so much.
Even if she needed someone to send her back, Elliot was the only one allowed to do so.
“What is wrong, Elliot?” Aliona asked as she pretended to care.
Yet, he only replied casually, “Nothing”.
Felicia kept Anastasia company in the quiet private room where Anastasia started to feel tipsy as the alcohol slowly took effect in her body.
“I feel so dizzy, Felicia.” She raised her blurry gaze and pleaded in barely coherent words, “Can you take me home, please?”
“Sure! Let’s go! I don’t want to stay here any longer, anyway.”
As Anastasia didn’t feel like returning to the table after they exited the private room, Felicia had her wait by the exit while she went back to inform the rest of them. She also went to take Anastasia’s bag.
After Felicia went back to the table, she loudly announced, “Anastasia is drunk. I will be sending her home. Enjoy the rest of your evening, everyone.” She then turned to Elliot. “President Presgrave, we will be leaving now.”
Instead of answering her, he looked to Anastasia’s seat with squinted eyes, only to see that the beer bottles in front of her were all empty. Darn it, he quietly cursed. She drank 2 whole bottles without me realizing?
She felt like she was on clouds as she stood by the elevator and it was difficult for her to even stand. Felicia had to hold Anastasia to make sure she didn’t fall as they waited for the elevator to arrive.
Back at the dining table, Elliot suddenly stood up by pushing his chair back. He was holding both his car keys and Anastasia’s phone in his big palms as he announced, “Enjoy the meal. I am leaving.”
Aliona’s eyes widened at his sudden action, and she tried to call out to him, “Elli—”
He was already out of the restaurant and near the elevator then. Seeing the diminishing number on top of the elevator, he panicked as the expression overtook his stoicism and he rushed down the staircase beside the elevator.
The atmosphere at the dining table immediately changed after that. Everyone was casting knowing glances at Aliona, whose face had visibly fallen.
They all knew who exactly Elliot had rushed for.
Anastasia might be the final victor after all.
Aliona was the only one who knew that he didn’t have the slightest bit of interest in her despite the crazed rumors that had been going around these 2 days.
She had been overly confident. However, she couldn’t understand why Elliot hadn’t done anything to control the rumors if he still cared about Anastasia. It was at that moment when a thought dawned on her. Is he not doing anything to get Anastasia jealous?
Aliona’s face instantly paled when she figured it out—she had been playing herself all along.
Felicia was using all her might to carry the wasted Anastasia across the dimly lit car park. A man’s deep voice soon rang out from behind. “Please bring her to my car, Director Evans.”
She turned her head to the sound of the voice and she saw Elliot walking toward them with his car key in his hand. He then unlocked the doors of his sedan before he opened the door to his car’s backseat.
Anastasia was drifting between dream and reality when a strong arm carried her into the wide backseat of his car.
