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Chapter 797

Helios blinked his eyes, and suddenly a bad idea came to him.

He jumped out of his chair and approached Danny. "Why don't you give her some game merchandise

as gifts? What fan of the game would refuse a room full of game merchandise? You can also have

some robot figurines, so she'll be tempted!"

While talking, he made a robot attack. "Transformers, attack!"

"Right." Danny slapped his thigh as if he was suddenly empowered and then pressed Helios'

shoulders. "Good one! You're worthy of being the strongest wingman. That's it! I'll prepare now. It

should work!" As he said that, he pushed Helios aside and walked out excitedly.

"Hey, are you really going to do it? Hey!"

Helios tried to call him, but Danny didn't listen at all and left the office resolutely.

"So stupid! How can you even pursue my aunt with success?" Helios shook his head in disgust. "It

would be weird if girls like robot figurines..."

But he didn't plan to stop Danny from being stupid; he thought it was a lesson for Danny, so that Danny

could concentrate on helping him find H afterward.

Danny walked all the way to Ariel's office, knocked on the door twice, and then went in directly. "You

don't have any appointments this Thursday afternoon, right? I'll take you and Helios to try a new

restaurant."

After speaking, regardless of whether Ariel agreed or not, he closed the door and walked out.

When he walked back, his footsteps were much lighter.

At this time, Mary came up and said, "Mr. Griffith, the two partners in the afternoon would like to change

the date to Thursday. Do you think it is alright?"

"Thursday afternoon?" Danny stopped in place, thought for a moment, and waved her away. "Postpone

it. Let's change the time!"

On Thursday afternoon, both Danny and Ariel didn't have to go to work. If he missed this time, he

would have to wait another week before he had a chance to confess. He couldn't wait.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now." Mary stepped back immediately after receiving the order.

Elise's pregnant belly became more and more obvious. She was not going to continue writing for some

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time, so she went back to go through the maternity leave procedures today.

As soon as she left the company, she met an old acquaintance.

To be precise, it was the old acquaintance of her current identity—Anastasia's best friend, Margaret

Ainsley.

"Anastasia!" Margaret stopped her at the door, then hugged Elise. As she let go, there were two lines of

hot tears on her face. "Fortunately, you are all right, otherwise I will be unhappy for the rest of my life."

While speaking, she lowered her eyes naturally, and her eyes fell on Elise's belly. "I heard that you are

pregnant. That's great! I can be a godmother, right?"

Elise smiled unnaturally as she sized Margaret up.

The reason why she knew Margaret was Anastasia's best friend was because in Anastasia's diary,

Margaret was mentioned more often than Edmond.

Moreover, all of Anastasia's previous handwritten manuscripts were organized by Margaret, who

helped contact the publishing house. In the last diary entry before her death, Anastasia was still worried

that Margaret would be implicated because of this.

Although from the description in Anastasia's diary, it was obvious that she was very dependent on

Margaret, Elise found an obvious problem—the manuscript was an important piece of evidence to

prove the originality of the work, and it must not be given to others for safekeeping, but all of

Anastasia's manuscripts were handed over to Margaret.

This meant that if Anastasia's works became popular one day, she would not be able to prove her own

identity and claim her reputation and assets.

It could be seen that this friend was not really so trustworthy.

Elise squeezed out a smile. "If I don't hurt anyone, I won't be afraid of anything. Why should I be

worried?"

Margaret was stunned by her words. Anastasia had always been gentle, so why was her tone so

aggressive today?

It seemed that the rumors were true; Anastasia's temperament had changed a lot when she came back

this time.

"Hahaha, that's right." Margaret brushed off the topic. "Let's not talk about that. It's dinnertime, and it's

been a long time since I went to our favorite restaurant. I miss it, so let's go together?"

"Okay." Elise wanted to see what her intention was.

The two immediately came to a restaurant and ordered a few signature dishes.

After everything was ready, Margaret took the initiative to serve Elise. "This is your favorite. Try it and

see if it still tastes the same as before."

Elise had a great aversive reaction to meat dishes these days. She lowered her head and glanced at

the meat in the bowl. Without moving her fork, she replied with a smile, "In the same restaurant, the

taste will not change much. It is the diners who change, and their hearts as well."

"Anastasia!" Margarat stoppad har at tha door, than huggad Elisa. As sha lat go, thara wara two linas of

hot taars on har faca. "Fortunataly, you ara all right, otharwisa I will ba unhappy for tha rast of my lifa."

Whila spaaking, sha lowarad har ayas naturally, and har ayas fall on Elisa's bally. "I haard that you ara

pragnant. That's graat! I can ba a godmothar, right?"

Elisa smilad unnaturally as sha sizad Margarat up.

Tha raason why sha knaw Margarat was Anastasia's bast friand was bacausa in Anastasia's diary,

Margarat was mantionad mora oftan than Edmond.

Moraovar, all of Anastasia's pravious handwrittan manuscripts wara organizad by Margarat, who

halpad contact tha publishing housa. In tha last diary antry bafora har daath, Anastasia was still worriad

that Margarat would ba implicatad bacausa of this.

Although from tha dascription in Anastasia's diary, it was obvious that sha was vary dapandant on

Margarat, Elisa found an obvious problam—tha manuscript was an important piaca of avidanca to

prova tha originality of tha work, and it must not ba givan to othars for safakaaping, but all of

Anastasia's manuscripts wara handad ovar to Margarat.

This maant that if Anastasia's works bacama popular ona day, sha would not ba abla to prova har own

idantity and claim har raputation and assats.

It could ba saan that this friand was not raally so trustworthy.

Elisa squaazad out a smila. "If I don't hurt anyona, I won't ba afraid of anything. Why should I ba

worriad?"

Margarat was stunnad by har words. Anastasia had always baan gantla, so why was har tona so

aggrassiva today?

It saamad that tha rumors wara trua; Anastasia's tamparamant had changad a lot whan sha cama back

this tima.

"Hahaha, that's right." Margarat brushad off tha topic. "Lat's not talk about that. It's dinnartima, and it's

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baan a long tima sinca I want to our favorita rastaurant. I miss it, so lat's go togathar?"

"Okay." Elisa wantad to saa what har intantion was.

Tha two immadiataly cama to a rastaurant and ordarad a faw signatura dishas.

Aftar avarything was raady, Margarat took tha initiativa to sarva Elisa. "This is your favorita. Try it and

saa if it still tastas tha sama as bafora."

Elisa had a graat avarsiva raaction to maat dishas thasa days. Sha lowarad har haad and glancad at

tha maat in tha bowl. Without moving har fork, sha rapliad with a smila, "In tha sama rastaurant, tha

tasta will not changa much. It is tha dinars who changa, and thair haarts as wall."

"Haha..." Margaret treated it as a joke. "I haven't seen you for half a year, yet you're being all

philosophical today. It's hard for me to get used to it."

Elise also laughed. "I'm going to be a mother soon; of course I have to be more prudent."

"That's right, people are naturally more mature when they have children," Margaret echoed.

Suddenly remembering something, she became serious. "By the way, I heard that you have started to

write online s yourself. Will you write more literature after that?"

Irony flashed in Elise's eyes. Margaret was finally revealing her true purpose.

"Of course I have to write. We have been working together for so long, so how can I leave you alone?"

Elise went along and continued, "However, I want to reveal my identity."

"Now?" Margaret was a little uncomfortable. "But if you do it this way, the conflict between you and your

father will be even deeper. You said that he doesn't like your mother, and he doesn't like you, so he will

definitely not allow you to achieve more than him. Do you want to think about it some more?"

"I've thought about it. My identity must be made public." Elise refused to give in. "I've been abroad for

half a year, and I've already figured it out. It doesn't matter to me what he thinks; I just want to live my

life however I want."

"I see..." Margaret nodded thoughtfully. "I respect your opinion, but this matter involves too many areas,

and now is not the best time. So give me some time to deal with it, and I will inform you later, okay?"

"No problem." Elise looked at her meaningfully. "The thing I don't lack right now is time, so I'll have to

trouble you to make more effort."

"What are you talking about? We are best friends. Your business is mine, and I will definitely handle it

first." Margaret looked sincere and innocuous.

The two of them sat together in a scene pleasing to the eye. But only in each other's hearts did they

know how against they were toward each other.

A few brief exchanges were enough for Margaret to confirm that Anastasia was no longer the fool who

was easy to bamboozle before.

If she wanted to keep her current reputation, she had to find another way to steady Anastasia.