Chapter 705
Just as she was about to call him, someone called her name. “Anastasia
The tone was hesitant and uncertain.
Anastasia turned to see a vaguely familiar girl. After a moment, she recognized her as one of Monica Scott’s followers.
“Can I help you?” she asked, puzzled.
They didn’t know each other, did they? Why was this girl calling her?
The girl looked anxious and conflicted. After a few seconds of indecision, she seemed to make up her mind and said, “Are you friends with Gwen Garcia? She’s in a really bad situation right now. Could you please go check on her
“What’s wrong with Gwen?” Anastasia’s expression hardened.
Three minutes later.
Gwen’s private room.
Anastasia shoved the door open to a scene of utter chaos—a cacophony of shrieks and howls in a room gone wild.
It was a large suite, packed with people, and Anastasia’s eyes immediately locked onto the figures at the center-Lennon Lancaster and Monica!
Reeking of alcohol, Lennon was sprawled arrogantly on the sofa while Monica snuggled daintily in his arms.
Across from them, a girl was being held down and forced to drink. Anastasia looked closer and saw with a jolt that it was Gwen!
Gwen was a complete mess. Two men had her trapped between them, ignoring her pleas and apologies as they grabbed her by the hair and poured liquor down her throat.
Leaning against Lennon, Monica not only failed to intervene but watched the scene unfold with a smile of pure enjoyment.
“No… I can’t drink anymore, please! Monica… cough! I… mmmph!”
Monica said, “Oh, Gwen, Mr. Jones and Mr. Brown are just having a little fun with you. Why can’t you just play along?”
The room was filled with the sound of men’s jeers and laughter.
“Exactly! I just want you to have a couple of drinks with me. What’s with all the drama? Are you trying to disrespect me?”
Anastasia’s face turned to ice. Without a moment’s hesitation, she strode forward, grabbed the wrist of the man who had just spoken-the one still holding a glass to force on Gwen and slammed his hand down onto the table.
“Who the hell are you to demand respect?”
The contents of the table crashed to the floor with a clatter. The sudden turn of
events elicited a wave of screams.
“Ana… Anastasia?” A disheveled Gwen stared in disbelief.
Monica also recognized the newcomer and shot to her feet, incandescent with rage. Anastasia! Who brought you here? Do you have. any idea where you are? Who gave you the nerve to cause trouble here!”
“Someone, get her out of my―!”
“Anastasia?!” Lennon’s delighted voice suddenly cut Monica off.
Monica froze, looking at him in astonishment.
But he paid her no mind. All his attention was now focused entirely on Anastasia.
Even though she had humiliated him during their last encounter, he had completely forgotten it now. The simple reason was that Anastasia a face was just too beautiful; every time he saw her, his heart skipped a beat. Dıscover more novels at.net
Anastasia glanced at him, then at Monica, and let out a short, sharp laugh, making
no effort to hide the scorn in her voice.
“So you’re Monica’s boyfriend?”
She had thought he was at least an illegitimate son with some standing. But this? This was it?
The son of a mistress, a “Mr. Lancaster” who wasn’t even a proper stepson?