My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia)

Chapter 94

Just then, Anastasia heard a notification ringtone. Hence, she tensed up and went to sit on the couch, taking her phone to read the new message, which was threatening. 'Anastasia, you'd better pretend nothing happened tonight, or you'll face the consequences. I've warned you.

"Think of our son! The second message was even more confusing.

Hatred flashed in the depths of Anastasia's eyes. So this is the jerk that tricked me here!

"Where's that jerk?" Anastasia asked the man.

"Probably on his way to the police station."

Anastasia walked over to the bed and called up the front desk, asking when the receptionist picked up, "Has that jerk been sent to the police station?"

"Miss, you're the victim just now, right? The police are on their way right now; our security guards are keeping the man under control."

"Where's the security room?" Anastasia asked.

"The 3rd floor."

Anastasia hung up and turned around to look at the man. "Thank you for tonight, President Presgrave. I have matters to deal with, so I'll leave first."

With that, Anastasia opened the door, intending to leave right away. However, the man behind her strode over and followed her. When Anastasia got in the elevator, he also followed suit. His black eyes were trained on her as he asked, "What happened?"

Anastasia didn't want to blow things up, so she bunched some of her hair together as she said, "Nothing much, just some stroke of bad luck. Someone plotted against me."

Elliot saw that she didn't want to talk about it, and he felt angry for some reason. His large hand gripped her wrist as he asked once again, "Anastasia, tell me what exactly happened. Why would you be toyed with by this man?"

Of course, Anastasia didn't want the entire world to know that her son's father was a - despicable and shameless escort. Hence, she raised her clear and calm eyes to look at

the man. "Don't ask. I don't want to talk about it."

When Anastasia finished talking, they had arrived on the 3rd floor, and she wriggled her wrist free and walked toward the security room.

Just then, in the security room, Ben Morris was making a fuss about getting his lawyer, flustered as he shoved two security guards. When he saw Anastasia, he was frightened and looked away in shame. Anastasia really wanted to just stab this old pervert to death, but the one who deserved death the most was the jerk behind the scenes.

"Let him go. I won't hold him responsible," Anastasia said to the security guard, gritting her teeth.

Everyone present was shocked. Ben glared at the security guard in embarrassment and shame, intending to leave as soon as possible. Suddenly, a long leg slammed against his waist, forcing him to fall to the ground. The next second, someone had mercilessly stepped on his back so that his face met the ground again after he attempted to get up. "Ow..." Ben whined.

"Who allowed you to leave?" Elliot didn't have the slightest intention of letting him off the hook.

Anastasia turned to look at Elliot. Remembering the threat that jerk sent, she walked over to Elliot and said, "Just let him get lost."

"Anastasia, do you know the things that would've happened to you if I hadn't rushed here?" Elliot's handsome face had a terrible expression, and his gaze was cold and sharp like blades when he looked at her Anastasia knew that, of course. I'm the victim, so how can I not?

However, she wanted to protect her son more, so she didn't want that jerk from five years ago to appear in front of her son and destroy his peaceful world.

This old pervert is only part of the trade.

"Elliot, this matter concerns me, so I have the right to make the decisions." With that, Anastasia went in front of him and pushed his leg away. Under him, Ben was frightfully sweating buckets, and he scrambled as he fled out the door.

It really was an unlucky night for him actually to run into Elliot, of all people. In reality, he almost died.

Anastasia watched the old pervert leave, then she turned and talked to the man with a handsome but gloomy face. "Let's go back."

Anastasia was about to leave, but the man grabbed her hand. She could feel the man's fury, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, he forced her against the wall of the elevator.

With their faces meeting and their noses almost touched, she could feel his angry breaths on her face.