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.

exact moment, the emcee of the event stepped onto the stage. After he gave a passionate introduction, Larry took the emcee’s place, and he gave a speech regarding a detailed introduction to the outlook and future development

looking forward to tonight was the lucky draw session. It was said that both the prize money and winning

began at 7

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

by the woman beside him who was clapping with all her might. His dark eyes were filled

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

at the singer who blew kisses to his audience, and

attending the banquet? he fumed. Is it all because of

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

had obviously made his mood sour, and yet

him a lot?”

was dim, Anastasia could still feel 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

reply to him with a

was a trace of displeasure

choice but to appease him by reaching under the table and holding his hand in hers. His eyebrows finally relaxed at that, and

was listening to Hendrix singing live. All she could focus on now was the calloused fingertips going back and forth on her palm under