CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Anastasia chuckled, and it turned into laughter while Dylan kept staring at her and waiting patiently until she would be done. He was damn serious, but he knew she was finding it funny.

She took a deep breath in, "Mr Dylan, you joke a lot. Why would you ask me to marry you? You're the son of a multi-billionaire and you want me to marry you? My family's company went under the ground, and I have no good reputation with my past so I'm the wrong person for that job."

"I don't care, Anastasia. I'm not looking at your family or where you came from. Also, I'm not looking at your past. I offered this to you because only you can do it, so are you in it not? You should think about your daughter too."

To Anna, it felt like Dylan was trying his possible best to convince her.

"Why me?"

"Like I said earlier, you're the best person for it. Both of us have something we really want so why don't we help each other? The contract would be for a year plus depending on when I get what I want done, and you