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.

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

what everyone was looking forward to tonight was the lucky draw session. It

began at 7

person to take 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, Anastasia was also very

woman beside him who was clapping with all her

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

blew kisses to his audience, and then the former turned back to looking at Anastasia’s

insisted on attending the banquet?

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

had obviously made his mood sour, and

like him a lot?” he

though the light 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

she decided to reply to him with a clever answer.

huh?” There was a trace of displeasure as

his hand in hers. His

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