The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 805

Sandy had to admit it—Anastasia’s move was ruthless.

She glanced over at the driver. “Herman, you joining in on all this commotion too?”

He grinned. “Why not? It’s something to do. Honestly, that Mrs. Elysian Technologies… she’s gorgeous, and loyal, too. You don’t see women like her much anymore.”

Hearing someone praise Anastasia, Sandy felt a wave of jealousy. “You know, rumor has it Anastasia had a kid before she married Herman. He’s been missing for months—some people say he’s dead. All this she’s doing? Just a big show.”

“Seriously? Who spends that kind of money just for show?” The driver laughed. “Have you seen those ads? They cost a fortune.”

“Elysian Technologies has major pull. Most places won’t even charge them for advertising—it’s all about favors and connections. Everybody wants to be on their good side.”

The driver gave a sheepish smile. “You really know the inside scoop, huh? I don’t get all this high-society stuff, but you make sense. Tell you what, I’ll bet a thousand bucks Herman doesn’t show up. Just for fun.”

Sandy didn’t answer. She stared out the window, watching as missing person flyers fluttered by wherever they drove.

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Motel 6.

Herman stepped out into the morning air, determined to find this “Anastasia” Sandy mentioned.

As he wandered out, unsure where to go, his eyes landed on a huge LED billboard across the street.

There she was—Anastasia. The same woman from the photo Sandy had shown him.

“Anastasia… Anastasia…” Herman whispered, a storm of emotions brewing inside him. The ad kept looping, her voice echoing in the streets. Suddenly, he felt on the verge of tears.

His memories were fuzzy, but the feeling of familiarity was overwhelming.

Heart pounding, Herman flagged down a taxi.

“Take me to Grand Plaza Mall,” he said as he slid into the back seat.

The ride was about half an hour. Everywhere he looked, Anastasia’s face stared back at him from billboards, and even the taxi’s radio played her message on repeat.

Herman listened, fists clenched tight, every word hitting him like a hammer.