Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 60 Take the Day Off

Hayley was lazing around the opulent villa, looking like the very picture of privileged insouciance with a morning glass of red wine in hand and an expensive nightgown draped over her frame. Spread before her was an indulgent breakfast that the maids had decked out earlier that morning.

Just then, an incoming call interrupted her conversation with Erica, and Hayley quickly said, “I’ll talk to you soon, Erica. I need to take another call.” With that, she hung up the call with Erica and put May’s line through. “Hello?”

“Miss Seymour, it’s me, May.”

“You did well last night.”

“Thank you, Miss Seymour. There’s something important I need to tell you, though—Anastasia was with President Presgrave last night.”

The color drained from Hayley’s face. “What?”

“I was supposed to be writing up an evaluation report with Anastasia last night, but President Presgrave was there as well, and the both of them left together shortly after.”

as she thought seethingly, So Elliot was the man who accompanied Anastasia last night? Could he be the man Erica was talking about? The one who looked a lot like Anastasia’s kid? Damn it! Anastasia must have put on quite the act to earn his sympathy and prompt his protective

had a feeling that Anastasia had set her eyes on Elliot. She wouldn’t discount the possibility that the past five years had turned Anastasia

this mean she’s trying to steal my man? Hayley gritted her teeth and vowed that she would not let Anastasia get

of her sight, and this continued until

the main entrance, she let out a sigh of relief. Then, upon glancing at the time, she hurried off in the direction of

time was past 10.00AM, she summoned her courage and grabbed the phone on her desk, thereafter dialing the extension line for

and husky

fumbling with her words. After that night’s event, she thought she ought to stop giving Elliot such a hard

the phone. She thought her heart might drop straight through her stomach when she suddenly heard him ask in a

pick Jared up from school later in the day, and she didn’t have time tonight,

he said, his voice deep

imploded. Wait, what? Right now? That’s too soon! “But I have work,” she said, though even she could hear how forced the

the morning off,

“But I—”

to do it for you?” he

do it myself.” She didn’t want to trouble him, and

at the main entrance in ten minutes,” the

a day off, claiming that her son, having been traumatized from the