The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)

Chapter 49: An Odd Meeting

Anya was happy to find that Daniel had gone to Stanley’s company twice; in the past two days, he had not met Daniel. She knew he was a busy man, and it was completely odd for him to have free time for anyone. She hoped that her days would continue this way.

It was a sunny day. Anya walked into a bookshop to buy some books for her new home library. She strolled around for a bit before noticing that Autumn’s snow was on display. This book has been out for a year, and it seemed to still be quite popular to still be on display. She had heard a lot about this book, and now she was considering this project based on this book, she decided to take a look and see what it was about. She took a copy and opened it to read the first page. She stood there for a while thinking the books seemed to be grounded in writing from what she saw so far when someone peeked over her shoulder at the book.

“Do you like it?” a woman asked, and Anya turned to see that she was and noticed a little. woman propped on a stool, leaning down at her. Her dark brown hair was tied up, letting down loose curls dance around her face. The woman came down from the stool and stood a little shorter than Anya. Anya herself was not that tall; she was only five feet two.

“I am not sure; I just picked it up,” Anya answered politely.

“I hope you like it. You seemed quite interested. You should buy it. I guarantee it was written just for you,” the little woman said. Anya assumed that she worked in the bookshop due to her going out of her way to recommend it. Think this: she did not think she was nosy when she peeked over her. After all, the woman seemed to be doing her work.

“Is that so? Thank you for the recommendation; I will try it then,” Anya said politely.

You can call me Autumn,” the woman introduced herself, causing Anya to raise a brow.

“Autumn, like the book?” she asked her.

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“Exactly like the book,” the woman answered.

“Is that why you like it so much?” Anya asked in aston

“Yes, and no. I like it because I wrote it,” Autumn said, and Anya paused and looked at the little woman before turning over the page and looking between the picture of the author and the woman before her. She saw the resemblance quickly.

“Hello Anva

I am Autumn. It is an honor to meet you.” She stretched her hand at the confused Anya for a handshake.

Anya had so many questions, and it showed on her face. She wondered how this author knew who she was; even if she was a fan, like Stanley had said, she found it odd that she would be able to recognize her, as Anya did not share her image with the world. She is rarely ever filmed enough for people to be able to recognize her.

“How did you know my name?” Anya asked her.

“I told her,” she heard a familiar voice say, and she turned to find a smiling Stanley walking

towards her.

“Stanley?” she asked in slight confusion.

“We saw you from over there, and I told her who you were,” he said, pointing towards the window and looking out onto the sidewalk. Anya nodded at this and smiled.

“When I heard you were Anya, I had to come over and say hi,” Autumn said excitedly.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Autumn,” Anya greeted politely. For some reason, she was a little bothered by the bubbly woman in front of her but could not put her finger on the problem.

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She made sure to keep her expression polite in front of her, even though an unsettling feeling came over her.

“I hope we did not disturb your day out.” Stanley asked, and Anya shook her head with a smile.

“I just came out to buy some books for my library,” she explained.

“I can give you a few recommendations if you like,” Autumn said.

“That’s right, you had just moved here. When are you going to hold a housewarming? Tell me on time so I can pick a gift.” Stanley said.

“I don’t think I will.” Anya rejected.

“Fine then,” Stanley sighed, then seemed to have recalled something and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled what seemed to be an invitation.

“I heard that you have been trying to find a painting for a while, Anya, in the wind, right?” Stanley said, and her attention was captured instantly. This painting held deep significance to her. She had been searching for it for a while.

“Yes, why do you ask?” She asked, slightly flustered.

“Here. I heard that Anya in the Wind will be auctioned off tomorrow, so I got someone to get me an invitation. This is my gift,” he said, and Anya accepted the invitation, her eyes completely filled with

gratitude.

“Thank you so much; I really need this. How do I pay you back?” Anya asked. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“What do you mean by how should you pay me back? It is a gift,” Stanley said.

“Of course, why should you pay back a gift? Stanley is not that stingy,” Autumn chimed in.

“Thank you, then.” Anya said.

“It’s fine. Autumn and I are going to have lunch, so we will be leaving. We’ll talk again on Thursday.” Stanley said, and Autumn said their goodbyes and left the coffee shop. They had not walked too far when they noticed that Anya had hurried out of the bookshop with no book.

in hand.

“It seems she really likes your gift,” Autumn said, pausing to watch Anya’s hurrying form flag

a taxi to leave.

“But why do I feel she was not too happy to see us inside?” she asked Stanley.

“She wasn’t. That is why I didn’t invite her to join us for lunch,” Stanley nodded. Anya may have kept composed when she saw them, but he could still see the unease in her eyes.

“Why? Isn’t she too cautious? I thought you were friends. Or is it because I came along?” Autumn asked with a slightly confused look on her face. He also felt she was right. He could not understand Anya’s caution towards him. It made him wonder if she was smarter than she

seemed.

“If it is just that, then I have nothing to worry about,” Stanley muttered.

“What?” Autumn asked.

“Nothing,” Stanley answered. “You should find time to know her better.”

“Of course. After all, she is my muse,” Autumn said. “But what happens on Thursday?” she asked.

“Anya will sign to join our project,” Stanley said confidently.

“Wait, she has not yet signed?” Autumn asked in shock.

And she was not the only one asking this question. Right that moment, in his hotel room, Daniel was taking a video call from Neil while scrolling through documents Neil sent over on

his tablet.

“She has not yet signed?” Daniel asked the dark–skinned man about chewing on biscuits on

the screen.

“Yes, there is no written agreement between them at the moment,” Neil answered casually.

“Yet he is already having conferences publicizing that she had joined the project?” he asked with a slight frown.

“Maybe he is hoping to use public opinion to pressure her into signing?” Neil asked.

“Is he just brave or reckless? It is almost as though he is in a hurry,” Daniel said.

“I still have a lot of things to check up about that man, Stanley Forest, but I found something odd: he has made multiple payments to Autumn Matthias, the author of Autumn’s Snow,”