The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 763

Anastasia had a knack for knowing what Jarod liked and had everything set up just right. Eight gorgeous women, each with their own special allure: the elegant type, the girl-next-door, the gentle beauty, and the cold, mysterious one.

Jarod's eyes sparkled with satisfaction. "Ms. Anastasia, you certainly know how to cater to my tastes. But..."

"But what?" Anastasia wondered if she'd missed something.

Jarod leaned back on the couch, adjusting his glasses with a scholarly air. "After seeing someone like you, Ms. Anastasia, how could these ordinary beauties even compare?"

He glanced at Nelson and the PR women Anastasia had brought along, clearly wanting her to send them away.

"Ms. Anastasia, I'd like to discuss the South Bay project with you privately."

Anastasia hesitated, but Nelson chimed in, "Mr. Jarod, our lady here has just taken over the company. I'm more familiar with the South Bay Project..."

Nelson was worried for Anastasia, wanting to stay and protect her.

Jarod sneered, "What’s this? Has Elysian Technologies really changed hands, letting a mere assistant call the shots?"

The words stung, and Anastasia sensed Jarod's irritation.

"Mr. Jarod, surely you're joking," Anastasia said, signaling Nelson to lead everyone out.

Nelson was concerned. "Ma'am..."

"Please, everyone out," Anastasia insisted with a wave.

Nelson hesitated but finally ushered everyone out, leaving the large room to just Jarod and Anastasia.

Anastasia felt a flicker of fear; Jarod's reputation as a womanizer was well-known.

Jarod noticed her unease and poured a glass of whiskey, bringing it over to her. "Ms. Anastasia, if you're afraid of me, why step into the business world? This is a man's game, and a beauty like you should be enjoying the comforts of home."

Anastasia was momentarily speechless.

"Mr. Jarod, you’re teasing me," Anastasia laughed. "My heart belongs to one person. If you’re interested in the South Bay Project, we can continue our discussion. Otherwise, let’s not waste each other's time."

Jarod chuckled. "Ms. Anastasia, you do have a spirit akin to Herman's. Alright, no more jokes. Let’s talk about the South Bay Project. We're running low on whiskey; I'll order another bottle."

Jarod pressed the service button, and soon a waitress entered the room. "Another bottle of whiskey, please," Jarod requested.

"Certainly, Mr. Jarod."

The waitress left, passing by Nelson and the PR team waiting outside.

She turned a corner into the hallway, entering the fire escape where a man stood in the shadows. "Mr. Tristan," she greeted respectfully.

A man emerged from the shadows—it was Tristan. His expression was grim as he handed her something. "Slip this into the drink," he instructed.