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.

of Sandy in the hospital. Sandy looked frail and thin with IV tubes attached, undergoing dialysis.

see.

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

from his words. A few minutes of interaction was enough to further make Anastasia disappointed in Tavon. As far as

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

red. “Ana, you’ve got it all wrong. I am your

father…”

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

Tavon’s spine, and he found himself speechless under her scrutiny.

car quickly arrived at a nearby café. Anastasia got out,

glasses. How could a

Anastasia into the café. When she ordered coffee,

business world, he’d never felt so

have any other options. Look, can you help out? I’ve looked into it, bone marrow donation

cafe self.urage

what to say.