The Bond Between Us novel Chapter 776

Anastasia grabbed her jacket from the couch, slipping it on as she said, "No need for us to clean up. Jarod will handle it. He might not even be in Riverdale anymore. If I'm right, he'll reach out today or by tomorrow morning at the latest."

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was Jarod.

She flashed the caller ID at Henry with a smirk. "Speak of the devil."

Her vibrant red lips curved into a smile, a captivating sight that could ensnare anyone's attention.

Henry was momentarily taken aback by her striking beauty, but he quickly regained his composure and chuckled. "Impressive."

A smart and beautiful woman was undeniably enchanting. Henry admired Anastasia but knew better than to entertain any romantic ideas. He was well aware that Anastasia belonged to Herman. Whether Herman was present or not, she was out of his league.

Unaware of Henry's thoughts, Anastasia answered the call. Jarod’s voice came through, trying to sound conciliatory. "Ms. Anastasia, are you done with work? I'm downstairs at your office. How about we grab a late-night snack? Last night's incident was a complete misunderstanding, all thanks to that scoundrel Tristan ruining my reputation. I've already dealt with him."

"Not interested," Anastasia replied coolly. "I have no idea what happened with Tristan. As for last night, Mr. Jarod, I remember it all too clearly."

She was intentionally distancing herself from the situation. Whatever Jarod had done to Tristan was not her concern; she was merely a 'victim' in all this.

"Come on, Ms. Anastasia, it really was a misunderstanding. Don't hold a grudge over this," Jarod insisted, eager to stay on Anastasia's good side. It wasn't just her looks and intelligence; it was also because she was backed by Elysian Technologies.

Even without Herman, Elysian Technologies remained a powerhouse. Now that Anastasia was a widow, Jarod was eager to make a good impression on her.

Anastasia's voice turned icy. "Mr. Jarod, are you implying I'm holding a grudge? If that's the case, there's no need to collaborate on the South Bay Project anymore."

"No, no, let's definitely collaborate," Jarod hurriedly said. "Ms. Anastasia, I'm sincere about this. How about we discuss the South Bay Project over dinner? I'll concede two percent of the profits as a gesture of goodwill. Consider it my apology and an offer of friendship."

Anastasia was taken aback. Giving up two percent of the profits meant billions. She'd intended to use this situation to make Jarod back down, but he'd exceeded her expectations.

Feigning contemplation, she replied evenly, "If Mr. Jarod is that sincere, then I'll see you in a bit."

Jarod laughed warmly. "I'm right outside your office. Just come out the front door, and you'll see me."

He'd done his research, knowing Anastasia was at the office, which was why he was waiting at the entrance to catch her.

Anastasia ended the call without another word.

Henry offered, "Ma'am, would you like me to accompany you?"

"Yes, thank you for working late tonight," Anastasia replied, not wanting to meet Jarod alone.