Chapter 352: A Goddess

Anastasia wore a dress as always, cinched tight at the waist, her lithe figure impossible to miss. Every arch of her brow, every faint smile, was like a flower opening. She kept a low profile in Larkhaven. Born a Shayle heiress, she had been sent off to a martial arts sect as a child and seldom showed her face here. Even when she returned recently to take over Santos Restaurant, people knew her for one thing only, her startling beauty. She sat where she always did, tucked away in a quiet corner...