Meeting With Her Father II

Chapter Fourteen.

Anastasia's POV.

Tristan looked at me and then at my father, and immediately my father said it.

"Uhm, it's nothing much. We are kind of related, so I just want to see her for a few minutes." My father told him. I was already expecting him to deny me, especially in front of Tristan.

He wouldn't want to spoil his reputation in front of the person he adores so much, he must've seen me as a daughter to run away after getting pregnant. More like a slut.

"You can go listen to whatever he wants to tell you. I don't care about the type of relationship you two have." Tristan said this to me, then walked away, leaving me at the door entrance. He entered the lift right in front of me.

I walked back to the office and closed the door, leaving my father and me in the room. I crossed my hands, waiting for him to start talking bullshit.

"Woah! I thought I warned you that I didn't want to see you around this place anymore. What are you still doing here?" My father queried me, w