Chapter 227

Anastasia lifted her head and spotted Herman standing behind her, hands propped on the back of the couch, smiling at her.

Quickly composing herself, she asked, “All done with your stuff?”

Herman took a seat next to her, replying, “I’ve handed off the rest to my colleagues. Couldn’t keep my wife waiting. She might get all sorts of ideas.”

This swanky club offered certain… special services. Melinda, who’d just shown up, was one of the special service providers.

Anastasia hadn’t experienced it firsthand, but she knew. So Melinda’s words earlier had thrown her off a bit. Knowing Melinda, being in this place, with Mr. Winchester around… all easily led to all sorts of assumptions.

Had she ever been in this line of work?

She found it hard to believe. No matter how poor or how starving she was, she would never choose this line of work. Forcing a smile, Anastasia asked, “You guys always conduct business in places like this?”

“Can’t lie,” Herman answered honestly. “I come here often. But I promise you, I’d never do anything to betray you. You’re welcome to check up on me anytime.”

made Anastasia laugh. “I

thin, then she couldn’t trust anyone. Her life was saved by Herman, plucked

hand, asking, “Why

draped his coat over her. “You just got out of the hospital, can’t catch a cold

her heart warming up too. She often thought how lucky she was to have

out of Neon Dreams. Nelson had already gotten the message and had

Anastasia, “Wait here for a sec. I’ll bring the

Anastasia stood still,

for the parking lot to get the car, and Nelson was waiting by

held out his hand.

over the keys quickly, and Herman instructed, “Stay here, send the president home later, and treat him well.”

It’ll be taken

he drove to a

dinner yet, so

walked into the restaurant, and Herman ordered two servings of pasta and

looked around the almost empty restaurant. “This place used to

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