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.

she couldn’t trust the man who’d been with her through thick and thin, then she couldn’t trust anyone. Her life was saved by Herman, plucked right out of Cloud Mountain. Otherwise, she would’ve died

hand, asking, “Why are your hands

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

up too. She often thought how lucky she was to have met

the message and had Herman’s Chevy

a sec.

stood still, waiting.

headed for the parking lot to get the car, and Nelson was waiting by the car. “Mr.

out his hand. “Keys.”

here, send the president home later, and treat him well.”

Mr. Salstrom. It’ll be

home, he drove to

yet, so

ordered two servings of pasta and a bowl of thick soup.

looked around the almost empty restaurant. “This place used

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