Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 42

Back at Alastor’s company, as soon as Anastasia entered the company, she was stopped by the receptionist. “Sorry, Mrs. Lopez. Mr. Lopez said you are not allowed in.”

Standing still. Anastasia found herself having difficulty breathing.

She contemplated, “Has Alastor grown so distrustful of me? A divorce really shows one’s true character. Is Alastor planning to have a complete falling-out with me?”

“Mrs. Lopez.”

Seeing that Anastasia insisted on walking into the company, the receptionist called the security guard over nervously.

“Thave Alastor’s baby in my belly. If anything happens to the baby, you guys will bear responsibility for it.” Anastasia spoke in a deep voice. She knew the baby wouldn’t survive at all, but now she had to use it as leverage.

“Mrs. Lopez, please don’t make things difficult for us. The security guard was in a dilemma.

Anastasia ignored him, pushed him away, and went straight into the elevator.

She wanted to see what Alastor was trying to do.

“Alastor, she made a mistake first. Why do you have to leave a marriage with nothing?”

Anastasia pushed open the door of Alastor’s office and saw Felicia pounce on Alastor.

Alastor’s expression darkened. It was unclear if he was angry. However, it was obvious that the two were unscrupulous.

Anastasia took an ambiguous photo of them with her phone. She leaned against the door with a pale face. “You guys can’t wait another day?”

was slightly hoarse, and she tried to make herself look

served in romance. Morcover, I’m actually the one who appeared first. When I got together with Alastor,

“Does the romance in one’s youth really wield such profound

Alastor’s personality, he wouldn’t have done this openly if he didn’t love Felicia

us to go home for dinner tonight.” Anastasia’s

replied in a deep voice, ‘Got it.”

person Alastor truly cared about.

Huxville, Alastor grew

listened to his grandmother, and he

Anastasia asked generously

was suggesting to bring the mistress to see Andrea.

far.” As expected, Alastor’s expression changed as he thought Anastasia

Anastasia’s identity.

about

to meet the elders, isn’t it?” Anastasia sat on the couch to hide her shaky

health. You’d better not say anything

“Are you seared now? Didn’t the security guards downstairs prevent me from entering

turned to

and lowered her head

if Felicia wanted to

at the time and motioned

every Friday night. It was their custom as long as they weren’t on a business trip or

out of the elevator, Alastor asked,