Chapter 81 Hate
Christian glanced at Terence indifferently. His tone was cold.
"Anastasia lost her baby because of Beatrice. Shouldn't she hate Beatrice?"
His words left Terence dumbfounded.
He stood stiffly in disbelief.
"How come..."
He had never heard of it from Beatrice.
Christian looked away and swallowed. His tone was colder.
"As I said before, mind your own business."
He stood up, straightened the buttons of his suit, and added indifferently, "Also, be polite to Anastasia in the future, or I will kick your ass."
His tone was unfriendly. Since Terence was rude to Anastasia in the bar last time, he began to deliberately distance himself from Terence.
Terence was in a daze, watching Christian leave.
Christian had never had such a businesslike attitude. Terence felt flustered when he noticed it.
In the evening, the sun was setting.
Eleanor asked Anastasia out for a drink. The bar was noisy.
In a secluded booth, Anastasia felt much better after drinking a few glasses of wine.
She felt as if she had put everything to the back of her mind.
She was wearing a seductive and charming long dress, revealing her smooth shoulders and slender waist. She was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off her.
Eleanor went to dance on the dance floor. Anastasia drank a lot of wine.
She shook the wine in the glass in a daze.
She was deliberately releasing her exhaustion and stress.
Suddenly someone sat down beside her. She turned her head slowly and blinked. Her wet eyes were dazed and clear.
"Mr. Stanford."
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