Chapter 390 Tell Your Director to Come Out
“I don’t mind that.” Elliot inched closer after saying that, and Anastasia reflexively stretched out her arms, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Please take Jared to school for me. Thanks.”
He swiftly pulled her into his arms, causing her to nuzzle her face against his chest as he nibbled her neck while stroking her hair.
The intimate scene commonly shared between married couples got Anastasia’s heart beating wildly and her face suddenly flushing scarlet.
Just then, his husky voice traveled to her ear. “You really tortured me last night.”
At that, he even bit her ear teasingly, causing her to jolt and shove him away while blushing. “Get the hell out of here, Elliot!”
After successfully interrupting her nap, Elliot headed out, finally content.
Meanwhile, Anastasia went back to sleep with peace of mind, knowing that Elliot would take Jared to school. It seemed she could only be this at ease when leaving Jared in his hands, right?
On the other hand, Alice came to a café nearby Bourgeois after answering a call. Upon seeing the person waiting at a table, she approached them while looking around cautiously. “Why have you come looking for me?”
“I want to thank you for the sketch you gave me last time. I’m really pleased with it. Here’s the situation now; our company has decided to use this sketch to file a lawsuit against Bourgeois and ruin their reputation.” The woman went straight to the point.
Alice’s expression changed a little upon hearing her words. “I thought we agreed on only filing a plagiarism lawsuit? How come you’re suing Bourgeois now?”
“Well, Bourgeois has taken too many of our clients. Hence, my boss has decided to take a long shot and use this opportunity to sue Bourgeois for infringement. The bigger, the better. We’re not only going to ruin the designer’s reputation, but also destroy Bourgeois’ business.”
Alice frowned at that. She didn’t think this far in the beginning, but who’d have thought her actions gave the rival company such a massive advantage?! “What do I get from this? Am I not getting anything when I’ve done you guys such a big help?”
“Of course you’d get something in return. I’m here discussing this with you, aren’t I? My boss said to give you a hundred thousand as compensation. After this is all over, you can come straight to us as our deputy director. What do you say?”
“You’re only giving me a hundred thousand? I took a huge risk by stealing such a good sketch, and all I get is a hundred thousand? You’ve got to be kidding me!” Alice was no lamb; she was going to bag a sweet deal. Besides, the rival company was surely only painting a rosy picture, offering her a spot in their company! All she wanted was what she could get her hands on.
“Alright, fine! I’ll propose half a million to my boss, but that’s the most you’re going to get.” At that, Jacqueline Sherman, designer for Bourgeios’ rival company, called her boss to negotiate the deal. After a few words, she hung up and said to Alice, “My boss says he can do half a million. That is as far as he’ll go.”
“Deal.” Alice was pleased with the amount. After all, apart from getting the money, she could have Anastasia expelled from the jewelry design industry.
“From now on, only you and I know about this plan. No one else can know about this,” said Jacqueline gravely.
“Of course. You can count on me.” Alice was confident that no one would know she was behind this. She then asked curiously, “When are you guys making your move?”
“We’re all set to go. Our lawyers will go to your office latest by this afternoon.”
Alice left the café with a malicious smile. Even if Anastasia was currently on leave, she was still Bourgeois’ designer. As long as this incident blew up, that woman would have no place in the jewelry design industry any longer!
However, she didn’t know about Elliot’s debt to the Tillman Family. Hence, she believed the Presgraves would think otherwise of Anastasia once this incident blew up.
Hmph, say goodbye to marrying into the Presgrave Family, Anastasia!
Alice had been bottling her hatred for Anastasia for far too long, and it was high time for a good drama.
That day, everyone had just returned to Bourgeois from lunch at 2.00PM when a group of men in suits entered the lobby and headed straight to the office, looking stern. At that, the leading man shouted, “I’d like to speak to your director!”
