The Bound Between Us

Chapter 207

Tavon had been dabbling in the business world. He was not exactly loaded, but he’d got a fair chunk of change, with assets totaling in the hundreds of millions.

The Morton family ran a tea business, shipping their product overseas. Tavon had been around the block and met all sorts of people. But when he looked into Anastasia’s sharp eyes, he felt an inexplicable fear

Anastasia took the initiative to hop into the car, which took Tavon by surprise. He figured she would keep him at arm’s length. Seeing Anastasia in the car, Tavon cracked a smile, hopped in after her, and gestured for the driver to get a move on.

The car was roomy, and the temperature was just right. But when Anastasia sat down, Tavon felt a chill in the air.

Before Tavon could even open his mouth, Anastasia jumped in with a barrage of questions. “Where are you living now? What’s your family business? This car must have cost a pretty penny, right? Besides a daughter, do you have any other children? What’s annual

your

income? How much are your assets?”

Tavon was caught off guard by Anastasia’s rapid–fire questions. Tavon was a businessman, always playing his cards close to his chest.

Worried Anastasia might be after his family fortune, he chuckled and said half–jokingly, “We’re in the tea business, dabbled in tourism too. But the economy’s in the gutter, business isn’t exactly booming, so we’ve been losing money for years. I live in Willowbrook. Got a boy and a girl at home. They’re both younger than you, your little bro and sis. One’s studying abroad, the other’s sick in the hospital.

sick daughter, Sandy, he showed Anastasia photos of Sandy in the hospital. Sandy looked frail and thin with IV tubes attached,

see.

eyes began to well up, “It’s terminal. Both her mother, Ashley, and I have been tested, but we’re not a match. If

few minutes of interaction was enough to further make Anastasia disappointed in Tavon. As far as assets went, Tavon was definitely holding back.

hear Willowbrook’s crawling with the well–to–do, especially those in the seafood business,

Tavon’s face turned a shade of red. “Ana, you’ve got it all wrong.

father…”

off, “You think you can live up to being called ‘Dad“?”

down Tavon’s spine, and he found himself

a nearby café. Anastasia got out, and

How could a daughter he’d never met be

ordered

for himself. In the business world, he’d never felt so out of his

really don’t have any other options. Look, can you help out? I’ve looked into it, bone marrow donation won’t affect your health, and you’ll be just like anyone else. I won’t let you be at a loss. I’ll compensate

cafe self.urage

even knowing what