Chapter 111


    Chapter 111


    After the dishes were served, most of the staff members started drinking. They were all rtively


    young, so they were prepared to get drunk that night-some of them had even hired personal drivers.


    “Cheers, Anastasia!” One of the male designers sitting opposite Anastasia stood up.


    “Sure. Thank you.” Anastasia held her ss up. She hadn’t expected all of the other people to clink


    sses with her, but everyone was in a good mood that night, and they quickly turned Anastasia


    into their target for drinking. “More beer for Anastasia!” someone cried.


    “You have to drink with us, Anastasia! At least one sip!” another cried.


    “Everyone else clinked sses with you, Anastasia. I’d feel bad if I didn’t do it. Here, cheers!”


    another one said.


    Anastasia had only arrived at thepany a while ago, so she felt pressured to go along with


    everyone, especially since most of the staff there were seniors. She lost count of the number of


    beers she had by the time she clinked sses with everyone. “Alright, stop. Anastasia has to go


    home to care for her kid, guys!” Felicia finally spoke up.


    Everyone calmed down a little after that. Anastasia had already downed a few sses even before


    she got a chance to eat her meal, and she pressed her palm against her forehead as she felt


    herself getting tipsy. “Are you okay, Anastasia?” someone asked.


    “I’m feeling a little dizzy, so I might need to stop for a while.” Anastasia waved her hand before she


    lowered her head and held her palms up to make a surrendering gesture. Right then, Felicia’s


    phone began to ring. She only took one nce at the caller ID before she instantly picked the call


    up. “Hello, President Presgrave.”


    “Are you guys eating now? Is Anastasia there?” the man asked in a deep voice.


    “Of course she’s here. This dinner is meant to be a celebration for her. Would you like to join us,


    President Presgrave?” Felicia asked with a smile.


    “No, thanks.” Elliot was just asking.


    “The rest of them got Anastasia to drink quite a bit, so she’s rather tipsy now. I think I might have to


    send her home in a while,” Felicia exined.


    “She’s drunk?” There was a hint of anxiousness in Elliot’s voice.


    “Are you free to pick her up, President Presgrave?” Felicia asked.


    “Sure. Send me your location,” he ordered.


    “Alright!” Felicia sent Elliot her location right after ending the call. When she turned to gaze at


    Anastasia, who was sitting near the drinks, a hint of jealousy surfaced in her gaze. Felicia could tell


    that Elliot truly cared about Anastasia after speaking to him on the phone. Yet, Anastasia didn’t


    know a single thing about this-she was resting her chin on her palm while watching two other male


    staff y drinking games.


    “You should eat a little more, Anastasia. I’ll get you home in a while,” Felicia said. Anastasia


    nodded and began to munch on a few of her favorite dishes. However, her stomach was full from all


    the alcohol. She didn’t feel anything when she was drinking earlier, but the tipsiness was starting to


    hit her after a while. :


    She had just stood up to walk to the washroom when she was struck by a pang of dizziness. She


    felt as if she were stepping on clouds, and she couldn’t stand straight at all. “How are you feeling,


    Anastasia? Are you really drunk?” Felicia hastily held onto her arm.


    “It’s fine. I’m not drunk. I’m not.” Anastasia waved her arms around. Those who were drunk were


    especially stubborn-she insisted on iming that she was still sober. Felicia ordered one of her


    assistants to help Anastasia to the washroom. Anastasia had just returned from the washroom


    when Felicia received a text from Elliot.


    ‘Bring her out.’ His orders were simple.


    ‘Got it. We’lle out in a bit, she replied. Right after that, Felicia turned to Anastasia before


    informing her of the n. “I’ll get someone to send you home now, Anastasia.”


    “Sure!” Anastasia nodded. I should go home now. I need to sober up-how else am I going to take


    care of my son otherwise? But Anastasia didn’t know who her driver was and simply assumed that


    Felicia had gotten one of thepany’s drivers to send her home.


    Felicia helped Anastasia out of the restaurant, and Anastasia quickly noticed a sleek, ck Rolls


    Royce parked by the side of the road. Its ck paint looked extra shiny under the light, and its


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    how its owner did.


    Anastasia allowed Felicia to help her into the backseat of the car. At this point, Anastasia still


    assumed that a driver from thepany would be the one sending her home. After Felicia shut the


    car door, Anastasia turned to address the driver in a polite tone. “Hello. You can send me to Shorea


    Residence on Durkham Street. Thank you.”