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Chapter 39 I Know You
Chapter 39 I Know You
Chapter 39 I Know You
Anastasia went to take a bath, tidied up, and came out. It was already dark.
She went downstairs with her hair loose, lazily stepping on her slippers. She muttered,
"It's time for dinner. I'm hungry."
Baxter put away the newspaper, looked up at Anastasia upstairs, and seemed to be complaining,
"You haven't come back home for a long time, and you only care about dinner as soon as you are
back!"
Anastasia had always been very spoiled at home. She walked over and sat next to Baxter, leaning on
his shoulder.
"Oh, your little princess is back. Why are you still complaining? Dad, Mommy went out to film. Why
didn't you accompany her this time?"
Baxter and Amanda were so affectionate that even Anastasia was envious.
After Baxter handed over the affairs of the company to Derek, he only cared about accompanying
Amanda. He followed her and couldn't even be driven away when she went to film.
Hearing that, Baxter chuckled, reached out, and tapped Anastasia's forehead.
"Your mother is worried about you and asked me to come back to take care of you, but she will be back
soon."
Anastasia showed a bright smile. It felt good at home!
During dinner, something occurred to her.
"Dad, I heard that when you chased my mother back then, many people chased her at the same time.
If my mother had someone else's child, would you still be willing to marry her?"
Baxter's eyes widened. When he was about to scold her for talking nonsense, he saw her facial
features that resembled Amanda's. His heart softened all of a sudden.
"Yes, I love her and would love her child."
He paused, suddenly thought of something, and looked up solemnly.
"But I don't want you to be like this. You don't need to sacrifice yourself for anyone. In the future, all of
my assets will be given to you!"
Anastasia's nose was sore. She immediately lowered her head and took a sip of soup with a smile to
hide her sorrow.
"Don't worry. Dad, I won't be stupid again." NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.
Of course, she would not sacrifice herself.
Christian should also have such unconditional love for Beatrice now!
Otherwise, how to explain it?
In the evening, Eleanor asked her to go to the bar. Anastasia wanted to refuse, but she couldn't resist
Eleanor's warm invitation, so she had to change clothes and go there.
She hadn't been in touch with her past friends for too long. It was good to go out and relax.
She was wearing a black suspender dress, which outlined her slender waist. Her slightly curly hair was
scattered behind her ears. Her facial features were bright and charming, but her aura was cold and
elegant. She looked pure and sexy.
The bar was bustling.
As soon as she entered, she immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Anastasia took a glance and saw that Eleanor was not in the box but dancing on the dance floor
excitedly.
She shook her head helplessly, went to the counter, and sat down.
"A glass of beer please..."
"Girls should not drink beer. Let me treat you. Miss, are you alone?"
Suddenly, a man came over. His smile was unpleasant, and he looked at her like he was staring at prey
greedily.
He snapped his fingers.
"Give her the most expensive one. It is my treat."
He was generous, like a veteran in love.
Anastasia pressed her lips. "No need. I won't drink."
It was a rule not to drink anything given by strangers in bars.
As she spoke, she planned to find Eleanor.
However, the man squinted his eyes, not wanting to give up such a beauty. He grabbed her arm.
"You don't know me, but I know you. You are Christian's ex-wife. Why are you so arrogant? You have to
drink it before leaving!"
Anastasia shook off his hand impatiently, maintaining her usual lazy and noble demeanor. Her attitude
was extremely indifferent.
"Who are you? Do you want me to give you face?"
As soon as she opened her mouth, the man was angered.
"Who do you think you are? Why do you pretend to be noble after leaving the Patterson family?
"Let me tell you. No matter what, you have to drink this glass of wine!"