Dressed in a black coat with her hair flying in the cold breeze, Anastasia stepped out of the car with a lawyer following right behind. Her beautiful face was locked in a serene expression as she walked through the path sectioned off by her bodyguards.

The air around her echoed with a barrage of questions from the journalists.

“Miss Anastasia, did you really kidnap your comatose father to steal the right to inherit?”

“Miss Anastasia, do you have some ulterior motive for secretly transferring your father into a private hospital for treatment?”

“Anastasia Tillman, do you even know what love is? Aren’t you afraid of karma?”

Despite the near-interrogation she was being subjected to, Anastasia merely glanced at the surrounding journalists

before striding into the building doors where the security guards kept the pack of journalists at bay.

her bodyguards, just like how a red rose would catch the eye of those who

photos of her, they all sighed at how extraordinarily beautiful she

panicking since the moment they heard of Francis’ collapse. After all, he had been leading the

when he glanced over at Anastasia. No matter when or where he would

a chair

down. The middle-aged lawyer following her sat down at the

private meeting, Anastasia. Why is there an

he has the right to be in the room,” Anastasia coldly

right, ladies. We are all here now, so let us discuss the future of the company. The

are all family, so let us play

cannot be left headless. After all, we have a few hundred employees waiting on our

and said, “Mr. Hunter, you are President Tillman’s most trusted

in the company.” Alex then turned to Naomi. “Mrs.

asked my husband’s lawyer for an early reading of Francis’

Naomi was, it was

suggestion,” Erica said, raising

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