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.”

laugh. “I trust

and thin, then she couldn’t trust anyone. Her life was saved by Herman, plucked right out of Cloud Mountain. Otherwise, she would’ve

took Anastasia’s hand, asking, “Why are your hands

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

warming up too. She often thought how lucky she was to have met a guy like

Nelson had already gotten the message and had Herman’s Chevy waiting in the Neon

“Wait here for a sec.

Anastasia stood still, waiting.

car, and

out his hand. “Keys.”

quickly, and Herman instructed, “Stay here, send the president home later, and treat

worries, Mr. Salstrom. It’ll be taken

taking Anastasia straight home, he drove to a small restaurant nearby. “Let’s have some hot soup to warm you up. You’ll sleep better when we get

hadn’t really had dinner yet, so she

two servings of pasta and a bowl of

empty restaurant.

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