My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 454 Serenade

When Larry was planning the seating arrangement, he made sure that Elliot and Anastasia were in the first row. Even the spokesperson Cecilia Acre, who was seated next to him, was so excited she found it hard to breathe as she started busying herself with doing this and that to get Elliot’s attention.

Anastasia finally knew how it felt to be Elliot—she had become the focus of all women tonight. She could feel the intensely envious eyes along the way that seemed like they could poke holes in her any moment now.

“Hello, President Presgrave. I am Cecilia Acre, the spokesperson for Bourgeois. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Cecilia took the initiative and greeted him.

Elliot nodded slightly at her. “Hello.”

Cecilia initially had a waistcoat on, but as she spoke to Elliot, she subconsciously reached out to tug on it slightly, making it slide down to reveal her silken skin exposed by the deep V-neck of her outfit.

Anastasia could tell at a glance what the female artist was plotting to do.

She was slightly speechless when she saw that, but she had to admit that Cecilia had a bold fashion style.

Of course, she only wore it for Elliot to see, and not anyone else.

he gave a passionate introduction, Larry took the emcee’s place, and he gave a speech regarding a detailed

the performance, what everyone was looking forward to tonight was the lucky draw session. It was said that both the prize

finally began at

the stage was Anastasia’s favorite singer, Hank O’rion. He was dressed as handsomely as a prince. Among the

deeply attracted by the woman beside him who was clapping with all her might. His dark

Hendrix, who was on the stage. The song he was singing was also coincidentally her

his audience, and then the former turned back

why she insisted on attending the banquet? he fumed. Is it all because

finally felt goosebumps from the intensity of Elliot’s stare, so she turned to look at him as she asked, “What is

obviously made his mood sour, and yet she dared to ask

you like him a

Eliot’s overbearing aura. That cold gaze of his was even more piercing than the cold air outside. She couldn’t help but gulp in fear as she thought, He would definitely get angry if

so, she decided to reply to him with a clever answer. “I like his songs,”

huh?” There was a trace of displeasure

him by reaching under the table and holding his hand in

of his grip between his fingers. She was even starting to get distracted even though she was listening to Hendrix singing