Chapter 246 The Center of Her Universe


    As things were, Anastasia was rather pleased with how things had turned out in the end.


    Ten minutester, Felicia received a call from a customer who specifically asked Anastasia to design a men’s ne for him,


    and he was willing to pay ten million for the final product. He also mentioned that she had free rein over the design.


    Felicia just about copsed in her seat when she heard this. Themission that she would get from two consecutive personal


    orders alone was staggering enough to make anyone’s jaw drop. She went to Anastasia’s office and said, “Anastasia, make sure


    you give this project your all. Forget about the other regr designs you’ve been working on and focus on this order. Don’t


    hesitate toe to me for any input.” With that, she left.


    Anastasia waited until Felicia had gone out of earshot before picking up the phone to call the man’s extension line. A low and


    husky voice drawled insouciantly on the other line, “Hello?”


    “| can’t believe you actually ced the order,” she said in bewilderment.


    “Well, now that | have, | expect you to work hard on it.”


    “Do you have any specific designs in mind? What about the style of the ne?” she asked further, treating him like how she


    would any other customer.


    “You have free rein over this,” he said. He had to stop himself from adding, | know thay I''ll like it anyway.


    Anastasia considered this for a moment and suggested, “Why don’t |e up with a rough sketch and you can tell me what you


    think about it?”


    “Okay,” Elliot replied easily. After a pause, he continued, “Just put your heart into it.”


    Like I’ve never done that for all my other designs, she thought dryly. “That’s sort of like an entry-level requirement for a designer,


    you know,” she pointed out witheringly.


    “No, it’s different.” He chuckled. “You could picture me as your husband or boyfriend and really throw your heart and soul into the


    design. Think of the ne as a token of love.”


    She was rendered speechless by this, but she pretended to be serious as she countered, “Don’t worry, President Presgrave, you


    are the center of my universe, which makes you far more important than my future boyfriend or husband!”


    “Don’t get cute with me,” he warned darkly on the other end and immediately ended the call.


    Anastasia was already used to this. She set the phone down and nced at the time, only to see that she had to head over to


    pick Jared up from school now. It looked like she was going to have to dig deep for inspiration for the rest of the night if she


    wanted toe up with the perfect men’s ne for Elliot.


    When she picked up Jared from school that afternoon, he asked if Elliot would be dropping by the apartmentter. She took the


    chance to tell him solemnly that the man would no longer be visiting them, and the little boy was so disappointed that he didn’t


    speak throughout the entire car ride home.


    Since she had to work through the night, Anastasia waited until Jared had fallen asleep before she started pondering on the


    design of the ne. However, she found herself thinking about Elliot''s handsome face and his domineering expression from


    time to time. As night fell, she no longer had to keep all her emotions bottled up, and the lights above brought out the dazed look


    in her eyes.


    The feelings that she had suppressed during the day suddenly welled up in her, reminding her of their presence. She wondered


    why she had felt so uneasy when Hayley had given Elliot the nes and why that feeling disappeared when he declined the


    woman’s gift.


    Perhaps Anastasia was only happy to see Elliot turn down the nes because she didn’t like Hayley. She adamantly believed


    that her hatred for Hayley was the only reasonable exnation for this.


    Presently, Anastasia did not spend too much time thinking upplicated designs for the ne. Knowing Elliot, he preferred


    something understated and disliked anything gaudy. With that in mind, she decided that the ne would have to be simple


    and sturdy. Moreover, it would have to be something that couldplement his masculine charm.


    The recent trend for men’s nes gave Anastasia inspiration for an elegant herringbone-chain ne that would tter the


    man’s chiseled and alluring corbone, which, if left unadorned, would be a great disservice to the jewelry industry.


    He had set the budget at ten million, which offered her great flexibility given that she was in charge of picking out the materials


    for the ne. As for the design, it was up to her to imbue her personal ir into it. She gave a rough sketch and let inspiration


    take control. She imagined the way the chain would drape just above his corbone, and if she added another chain to it, the


    visuals would be stunning.


    The tip of her pencil gently sketched over the paper as she drew the man’s broad shoulders and the curve of his neck. She then


    added the chains, which nestled just slightly above the dip in his corbone. She paused and leaned back slightly to see how the


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    It was only then that she froze in her seat, and her mind went nk for a moment. Why does this drawing look so much like


    Elliot? Anastasia couldn’t believe what she was seeing. At that moment, she realized just how clearly she could picture every part


    of Elliot in her head.