“Do you know that I was conscious for about ten seconds that night? And how much it pains me to hear what you''ve said to


    Erica?” Francis asked.


    Naomi’s face nched at the revtion as she drew a sharp breath in horror. He woke up?Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “I''m so sorry, Francis. | was wrong. Please give me another chance. Help me out and I''ll do anything as you say to repay you for


    the rest of my life.” She was willing to do anything just to leave this appalling ce.


    He shook his head. “I’m not here to get you out. You should atone for your sins.”


    “Francis, I’m sorry! | was wrong...” She began wailing from the bottom of her lungs.


    Still, Francis was not to be moved as he continued and questioned, “And what


    about Erica’s true identity? | bet you had used Anastasia’s blood to rece hers in order to deceive me. You''ve used me to bring


    up your daughter for over 20 years


    and yet, this is how you treat my daughter? You''re heartless, Naomi.”


    “To Erica, you’ve always been her father. She’s a good daughter and she loves you.” Naomi tried to put in good words for her


    daughter.


    “If she truly loved me, she wouldn’t have joined hands with you to conspire against me by changing myst will and taking away


    mypany. And for sure, she wouldn’t have murdered someone just to hide the truth of her identity!”


    “Erica is still young, that’s why. She doesn’t know anything. Save her, please! She’s your daughter!” pleaded Naomi.


    “Anastasia will deal with you and Erica as


    she has the right to do so. Everything will


    be done ording to her call and | won''t interfere in this matter,” Francis uttered, driving thest nail into her coffin. As the


    realization of herst strand of hope vanishing dawned upon her, her eyes widened in total fear. “What? You''re going to let her


    handle everything? N-No. Francis, she hates me to death; she''ll kill us! I’m begging you. Please save us!”


    “If you had treated her nicely, she wouldn’t have taken things this far. It’s your karma.” A visit at death’s door had cleared the


    haze in his mind. He had made up his mind to spend the rest of his lifetime with his biological daughter in peace; the others did


    not bother him in the slightest anymore.


    After saying what he intended to say, Francis rose to his feet.


    “Francis. Francis! Don’t go! Please, save me!” The desperate woman banged her head onto the transparent barrier continuously


    in an attempt to make him stay.


    Still, he tuned out the noise and left without turning his head.


    Meanwhile, Naomi, who was held by the officers, did not feel a smidgen of pain despite the bleeding. Instead, the unprecedented


    despair was swallowing her little by little inside out.


    The jewelry showcasemenced as scheduled at 2.00PM on Friday and it was expected to end at 9.00PM.


    Since Anastasia’s jewelry would be disyed in the afternoon, she and Felicia promised to meet up together. They seated


    themselves at the front row, which was the best spot to watch the show.


    Underneath Anastasia’s long coat was a ck dress that hugged her figure well. In spite of the unobtrusive color, she exerted


    elegance that could readily captivate others with one single movement.


    The ceremony opening was then followed up by the runway where the models began to take the center stage and present the


    jewelries, which were imbued with exotic styles from worldwide. Akin to other audiences, Anastasia was having the time of her


    life while discussing the features of the design with Felicia at times.


    Finally, Anastasia’s work ‘Gloryio’ was mentioned alongside her name when the host was introducing the next design.


    Her heart palpitated and before long, she saw that very ne worn around the


    model''s neck. The model''s enticing corboneplemented the jewelry well by drawing all eyes onto the item as it glittered


    under the illuminating lights.


    As soon as the model took the limelight, the crowd plunged into a silentmotion with murmuring voices echoing against the


    walls.


    After a few rounds of catwalks, the models retreated to the backstage, where a number of rich people expressed their liking


    toward Gloryio. After all, it was a one-of-a-kind jewelry that was worth adding to their collection. “I’m sorry, but this set has been


    taken.”


    “What? | should be the fastest one. Who is it?” the richdy growled in disapproval.


    “It''s President Presgrave of Presgrave Group. It is said that he wishes to give it to his lover,” exined the manager.