The Bond Between Us novel Chapter 791

Sandy turned around and saw Anastasia approaching, her hands shaking so much that she quickly hung up the phone in a panic.

Anastasia found the situation amusing, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Are you scared of me?"

"Hey, sis," Sandy said, quickly pulling herself together and clutching her phone with a soft, sweet smile as if nothing had happened. "I really admire you. I heard you took over Elysian Technologies and managed to stabilize everything so quickly, even without a background in this field. That's impressive."

Anastasia smiled back, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "You're being modest. You've been in the hospital for so long and still managed to steer Morton Group's development so well. That's truly commendable."

What both impressed and unnerved Anastasia was Sandy's daring move against Tavon. That kind of ruthless decisiveness wasn't something just anyone could pull off.

They traded compliments, each with a hint of something more beneath the surface. Everything seemed calm, but there was an undercurrent of tension.

Anastasia laughed softly, "How about we grab some lunch together? We haven’t had a chance to catch up, just the two of us. Today seems like a good day."

Sandy was a bit surprised by the sudden invitation, knowing it likely wasn't just a casual meal.

"Sure thing," Sandy replied, accepting the offer without hesitation.

Anastasia smirked, "You're familiar with Willowbrook. Why don't you pick the place? I'll handle the bill."

Sandy smiled sweetly, "Alright, sis, I won’t hold back then."

Anastasia didn't particularly like being called "sis" by Sandy. It always rubbed her the wrong way. But Sandy was clever, always projecting warmth and humility, never appearing to compete or grab for more than her share.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a charming bistro. The restaurant had a lovely ambiance with wooden bridges and quaint gazebos that gave it an upscale feel.

Both women were strikingly beautiful, and as they entered, they turned heads, drawing glances from those they passed by.

In the courtyard, Sandy bumped into someone she knew—a brewery owner named Tatum. They had collaborated on a live-streaming event before.

"Miss Sandy," Tatum greeted with a smile, his gaze shifting to Anastasia. "And who might this be?"

Not everyone in Willowbrook knew Anastasia, especially someone like Tatum, who had just reached the million mark and had no dealings with Elysian Technologies.