Let Me Stay The Night Novel (Christina and Nathaniel)

Chapter 689 Fate Is In Your Hands

Victoria would not reject Christina’s request, evidently. “Tell me what it is, and I’ll do my best to fulfill it.”

“I heard that one of your friends has opened a legal firm in Hallsbay. I’m hoping that your friend can meet with Mrs. Lazuli,” Christina started. “If Mrs. Lazuli asks why, just tell her that I’m inviting her to enjoy a free but fascinating live broadcast.”

Victoria thought that Christina’s request would be harder to fulfill than that, so she was surprised. Nevertheless, she swiftly agreed to it.“This is too simple. No problem. I’ll call my lawyer friend and have him look for Mrs. Lazuli right away. It won’t delay your plans.”

Victoria could mostly guess why Christina was doing this, but she was not a gossipmonger, so she knew not to ask for further details.

Christina gave her a smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re too polite with me, Christina. My matters with Sebastian have troubled you quite a lot, and I’m afraid I’ll still need you and Mr. Hadley to intervene every once in a while in the future,” Victoria said. She knew that she could not deal with the entire Lesley family alone.

However, things would be different if Nathaniel was involved.

You’re my junior, and Mr. Taggart is Nathaniel’s right–hand man. We’re practically family, so there’s no way we’re just going to sit on our hands for this. You shouldn’t worry too much about this. All problems have answers.”

Christina’s words were like a cool breeze in the hot desert, blowing away the frustrations in Victoria’s heart.

“I’ll contact you later,” she said before leaving.

“Stay safe, Christina. I’ll be waiting for your call.” Victoria took a few steps back and watched Christina’s car leave. Then, she lowered her head and called her friend. “Hey, there’s something I need your help with…‘

Meanwhile, Anya was imprisoned in a winery belonging to Nathaniel, which was situated on the outskirts. The winery’s central structure, a majestic villa, emitted an air of ageless allure, boasting opulent and lavish medieval Western aesthetics that added a dash of enigmatic fascination to the estate.

The vehicle cruised down a straight and spacious boulevard lined with towering plane trees, gradually making its way into the estate.

With Lyle’s guidance, Christina came to a glasshouse. It was empty on the inside, but a floral scent lingered.

but it had been converted into a temporary prison for

and discarded on the ground. She was curled into herself like a

her face, obscuring it from Christina’s

on the ground and creating meandering paths of small crimson

periphery, keeping a watchful eye. As soon as they noticed Christina’s arrival, they greeted her in perfect synchronization and

scene.

of Christina’s physical well–being, fetched a chair for

and told Lyle, “Take

areas. Yet, upon closer inspection, one could discern that she was wearing fresh garments, for

ordeal Anya had to endure before Christina

Then, he put his hand near her nostrils to feel

Hadley, she’s not in

have

a pail of cold water from

icy water. She squired her feeble frame as she desperately tried

and dragged her

peripheral vision, she caught sight of Christina, adorned in clean and expensive garments as she sat before her with a look of pride on her face. Fear morphed into an enraged creature within Anya as she bared her fangs

woman.

How dare you torment me like this? Even if I die, I won’t spare you! I’ll haunt

desperately, attempting to break free, but Lyle held her

like thousands of miles apart, and all she could do was hurl

who won’t spare you,” Christina said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re quite resentful to see

you flaunt your false bravado! If you had any real skill, you wouldn’t have waited until now to

accept her fate. Even if Christina were

conscience, you would have remained the prosperous young heiress of the Gibson family, Anya. The