Night of Destiny

Chapter 207 Eight Million

At the end of the day, the competition for the position of associate director was starting to feel like a competition to see who had more friends that were richer. The one who won in both of these categories would already be at an advantage, and this didn’t include their actual sales from the store.

Anastasia learned the hard way that she was falling behind. She had been abroad for five years, and she hadn’t kept in touch with any of her old friends and relatives for a while now. To add salt to injury, even if she was able to get ahold of her friends and relatives, they might not be able to afford the expensive jewelry.

She sighed as she sat in the manager's office and browsed through various marketing strategies, only to conclude that most of them would not work out for her.

Presently, six cars had pulled up outside the Bourgeois store, and men and women dressed in different styles came walking through the doors.

The sales assistants who were chatting among themselves broke apart and sauntered over to greet the customers. What surprised them the most was that these customers had chosen jewelry pieces from high-end collections.

Not even ten minutes later, two of these customers left with millions worth of jewelry, and within half an hour, the sales for the store shot up to a staggering eight million.

“Miss Tillman, great news! There was a group of customers who came by the shop earlier, and they took an interest in the items from the main collection. Our sales broke through to eight million just now! We'll have to get more inventory from headquarters, pronto.”

“What?” Anastasia was so stunned that she stood up. No way. Am | really that lucky?

That afternoon, she and the manager worked out two separate strategies in light of the sudden spike in sales. Given that the shop still had gift items in stock, they put up a sign outside the door to promote a giveaway activity. The second plan they came up with was for Anastasia to pay 30,000 out of her own pocket for a one-month advertisement in all the major shopping malls.

At 4.00PM, Anastasia left work to pick Jared up from school. The moment she got off the car, she instinctively turned to sweep her gaze across the parking lot next to the kindergarten.

She immediately noticed a familiar Rolls-Royce parked at the side, and the license plate was just as unique as the vehicle itself. The only person who could own this car was Elliot.

Much to her frustration, the man had come to pick Jared up from school again, and she began to wonder what he was trying to prove.

She was still simmering in disgruntlement when she saw Jared skipping out of the school gates in her direction while holding onto Elliot’s hand. “Mommy, Mommy!” he greeted as he bounded up to her.

Anastasia beamed and put out her arms as if to catch him. “Mommy, Mr. Presgrave said he’s going to buy us dinner tonight,” Jared informed cheerily.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon hearing this, she looked up at Elliot and waved her hand as she declined the offer. “No, that won’t be necessary. | can manage dinner now that my hand is all better. You should get going if you have important things to attend to, President Presgrave.”

“| don’t. Let's go back to your place for dinner,” Elliot suggested. When he saw the tired look on her face, he added empathetically, “We can always go out for dinner if you're tired.”

“I'm not. Besides, | prefer cooking my own meals anyway,” Anastasia replied, not wanting this man to spoil Jaredn’s palate with expensive food.

“Very well, then. We'll go pick up groceries together.” With that, he carried Jared in his arms and headed for his car.

Anastasia was just about to leave with them when a mother rushed up to her and said enviously, “You're so lucky, Anastasia! You have such a rich and handsome husband who helps you out with your kid! He’s nothing like that deadbeat husband of mine; | don’t even remember the last time | saw him around the house.”

Anastasia forced out a smile, rendered speechless by this. The mother went on to say, “I’ve never seen anyone as good-looking as your husband! | think he’s far better-looking than all

those celebrities out there. Be careful, though—you have to keep an eye on a handsome man like him. After all, you never know if a woman is lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce on him!”

The smile on Anastasia’s face stiffened, but she nodded and said graciously, “Got it. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Jared was already in his car seat by the time she got into the vehicle. Right now, she was somewhat torn, and she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing for her and Elliot to go on like this.

She cooked up a few dishes for dinner that evening, and both Elliot and Jared polished their plates clean. They even devoured the oxtail stew that she was sure she had messed up.

Jared liked going down to the communal playground after dinner, and while Anastasia was distracted, Elliot decided to take him there.

It was 8.30PM by the time Anastasia was done clearing the dishes and tidying up around the house. She brought a glass of water out to the balcony, but just as she was gulping it down, she suddenly realized, with no small amount of exasperation, that she was drinking out of the same glass Elliot had used earlier.