Anastasia was woken up by her internal rm clock. She decided to cook some breakfast for Elliot. It had been a while since


    she was able to show off her cooking skills since they had servants.


    Thankfully, she was still skilled enough to cook up two hot bowls of noodles. The fragrant scentbined with poached eggs


    and slices of beef made the food seem even more delicious.


    She even took a photo of it and uploaded it to her social media ounts with the caption, ‘Breakfast with Mr. Presgrave.


    Their morning had started now. Soon, Elliot arrived at the dining room. He had just taken a shower after his usual morning


    exercise. Dressed in loungewear, he was a walking hormone, yet he was oblivious to how attractive he was.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    She knew that the more she stared at


    him, the better her sense of beauty would be. In fact, if she ever divorced him, she


    might not be able to marry again.


    After all, Elliot was going to make her picky.


    Thus, she would do her best as Mrs.. Presgrave.


    “What an amazing wife | have,” he praised.


    “Do you only know that now?” She giggled.


    “No. | knew about it from the start. That is why | am so very lucky to have married you.”


    All of the sweet nothings being spoken that morning was going to rot her teeth one day. With a chuckle, she pushed his bowl of


    noodles over to him. “Eat up!”


    After breakfast, she read up on the news. What she saw made her guffaw. Her post from that morning was currently trending.


    “The Cooking Skills of Rich Madams Exposed!’ was the headline. Now that she thought about it, she could no longer post


    whatever she wanted on her social media ounts now. She had to keep a low


    profile. Perhaps she should set her post privacy to ‘Only Me.


    Anastasia had a new productunch party to attend at Bourgeois that afternoon. As a certain someone had nothing to do, she


    decided to attend with the best essory anyone could ever have.


    Her husband.


    Theunch party would be held in an event hall owned by Presgrave Group. Several top-tier celebrities and socialites had been


    invited, and there would be a fashion runway on which the atelier was going to be live-streamed.


    When two o''clock rolled around, people began to show up at the venue. There was an order to everything as the paparazzi all


    showed up with their cameras and streaming equipment. Larry then received a call that made him drop all work and wait by the


    front gates.


    ARolls-Royce pulled up, and out walked a couple whom Larry happily greeted, “President Presgrave, Mrs. Presgrave, you''re


    here.”


    “You''ve worked hard, Mr. Young.” Anastasia smiled.


    “No, no. I’m only doing my job.” With a wave of his hand, Larry gestured for them to head inside. He then led them to the front


    row.


    It was then that Larry leaned down to whisper into Anastasia’s ear, “We would need you to make a speechter, Mrs. Presgrave.”


    She was stunned. “Next time!” she said with a wave of her hand. She had note prepared. “Today, | am only here to admire


    the works.”


    “Very well!” Larry would never force anyone to do something they did not want to do.


    Just then, someone walked over to them; it was Mason.


    “President Presgrave, Mrs. Presgrave,”


    Mason greeted with a smile.


    “There’s no need to be so formal, Mason. Just call me Anastasia.”


    Mason could not do that. ording to what he knew now, Anastasia was the new CEO of Bourgeois. There was no way he


    would dare go against societal rules.


    Soon, the various celebrities who had been invited greeted the people around them. None of them would dare to provide their


    benefactors with inferior service.


    Everydy present that night had dressed themselves up. However, none of them would dare start up a fuss while Anastasia was


    standing right there. Still, there were a lot of secretive looks and poses meant to attract Elliot’s attention.


    Later that evening, one of the fashion catwalk models, Katrina, walked over to them. Mason’s efforts had allowed her modeling


    company to take charge of the fashion runway.


    When Katrina saw Elliot, she was internally jumping with glee. From then on, she could be found primping before every mirror


    avable to her.


    Furthermore, there was going to be a new spokesperson recruitment program happening after theunch. As an ambitious


    woman, Katrina wanted the chance to be Bourgeois’ spokesperson.