Night of Destiny

Chapter 225 A Visit

“He’s not coming. He’s a busy man, Jared. He might never be coming again. Don’t miss him too much.” Anastasia looked at her son with a serious expression, trying to rid him of his longing.

“But | miss him.” The little guy pouted because he missed Elliot terribly.

“Keep it to yourself, then. We can’t bother him too much, all right?” Anastasia said, then continued in a happier tone, “I may be getting my car tomorrow, so when I’ve gotten the hang of it, let's go on a drive, shall we?”

“Yay! Sure! All the best in your driving, Mommy.”

Anastasia took her son home and got some pizzas for dinner. She had a lot to work on tonight, so the little guy didn’t bother her. Anastasia continued working on her draft in her room when suddenly, the blue screen of death popped up on her computer.

Anastasia was on a roll, but now, faced with the blue screen, she was at a loss. What's going on? What about my precious saved files?

Anastasia held her head between her arms and groaned. It was 9 pm, but she had to submit her drafts by 10 am tomorrow. If she couldn’t complete her work tonight, Alice would deduct her performance bonus for sure.

No freaking way! | just bought a car, and I’m tight on money. | need to make money!

Anastasia fretted for a few seconds, then immediately thought of someone: Oliver from Block 10. He was good with computers, but she couldn’t lug her computer out to be repaired, so she could only ask him over to have a look.

Also, Oliver seemed to be a trustworthy person. Anastasia looked at the time and knew she had to trouble him for help. | wonder if he is working overtime or at home?

Anastasia tentatively dialed Oliver’s number. It rang for around eight seconds before a bright male voice sounded on the other end. “Hello? Miss Tillman?”

“Olive, do you have time now? My computer just got the blue screen, but | have a bunch of drafts to submit by tomorrow. Can you come over now and have a look at it for me?” Anastasia pleaded sincerely.

“Sure, I'll be right there. Give me a while.” “Of course, of course. Sorry for the trouble.” “Not at all,” Oliver said readily.

Anastasia told her son that Oliver would be here to repair the computer in a bit. The little guy nodded. She also hastily changed out of her pajamas and into a casual T-shirt and jeans, waiting for Oliver to come knocking.

Around 10 minutes later, Olive knocked on the door, and Anastasia welcomed him in. Oliver was wearing a clean blue plaid shirt paired with jeans. As a programmer, he had unusually thick black hair, which gave him a cheerful and cool aura when coupled with his handsome features.

“You're here, Oliver! Come in, come in! No need to change into indoor slippers.” Anastasia immediately welcomed him with enthusiasm.

Oliver had come prepared to fix her computer, and he had a thumb drive with him as he entered Anastasia’s bedroom. The little guy also came over to watch as he passed Oliver a glass of water. “Mr. Shaw, have some water.”

“Thank you, Jared. I'll fix your mommy’s computer first.” Oliver took the glass of water and set it aside, then began to work earnestly on the computer.

Meanwhile, a mysterious and noble black car pulled up at the entrance to the community. Rey glanced at the man in the back seat, who had his eyes closed. “President Presgrave, are you sure you don’t want to go home and rest for a while? You haven't slept in the last 24 hours.”

“No need.” Elliot opened his eyes. He had rushed back just to see this woman and her son.

“Shall | accompany you?”

“No, it’s okay.” Elliot opened the car door and got out. He was already a familiar face to the security guards, so the middle-aged guard allowed him passage.

Even though Elliot's handsome face was colored with fatigue, he appeared to be in a good mood at the thought of the mother and son. As the breeze grazed across his face, he walked toward his destination. | wonder if that ungrateful woman had missed me in the last few days.

Elliot went over to unit number 1502 on the 15th floor of Block 8. He had owned a key before, but Anastasia had retrieved it, so he could only knock on the door.

Anastasia was in the bedroom, intently watching Oliver repair her computer. She frowned a little when she heard the knock on the door. Who could possibly visit me at this ungodly hour?

Could it be a worker coming to check the gas meter? There was a notice stuck on her door in the afternoon, after all. Anastasia didn’t think twice, believing that it must be the worker. She walked over to the door and reached out to open it, only to be stunned right on the spot as she recognized the man standing under the light. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.