Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 140

On the other hand, Anastasia never thought about what the person on stage was saying. She instead wanted to ask Elliot what he was doing here, but with her father there, she had no way of chatting with Elliot.

“Do we have hope, Dad?” she asked her father softly.

Francis shook his head in reply. “Beats me.”

At any rate, his company was also participating in the bid. While it wasn’t clear whether they had any chance to win, Lady Luck was recently smiling on him. Every time he felt like there was no hope, his company would ultimately be chosen.

It meant that Francis had to give it a try, no matter what.

Meanwhile, Elliot was staring at the long, flowing hair that covered the woman’s attractive back.

The persistent gaze on the back of her head made Anastasia feel extremely uncomfortable.

up for bidding today and the one that Francis had his eye on was the second one. After the company that won the first bid was announced, the second bid quickly followed and he couldn’t help clenching his fists in anticipation. Upon hearing the name of her father’s company among the bidders for the second project, Anastasia had also tensed

second thought, she shouldn’t have too much

extensive investigation and comprehensive consideration, we have decided to award the bid for this magnificent project to the

Francis slapped his thighs. “We

enough, his luck

hand, she could see several conflicted, incredulous, and even unreadable glances aimed

them harrumphed loudly, “How could such a small company win such a large bid? They must have used their connections to get someone strong

Francis’ expression turned ugly, Anastasia had to swallow her resentment on her father’s

We have won the

was at that moment when her mind screeched to a halt as she

gaze while she stared at

at her, he stood up and walked away with Rey following

stood up and left the room

was quickly heading off with Rey. Making a mad dash after them, Anastasia stopped at the lobby doors and

“Did my dad win

buzzing. Why does this man show up everywhere? Why does everything have to

answered, “It has nothing to do