Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 77

“It’s work-related.” Elliot finished his sentence and hung up the call before Anastasia could do so.

Meanwhile, Anastasia had no choice but to make her way to the president’s office. Upon knocking on the door and entering the office, she was greeted by the sight of the man who was wearing a white shirt. There was an attractive look in his eyes which seemed like they were trying to charm her. She walked closer and asked, “What are your orders, President Presgrave?”

Elliot looked at the woman calmly. “Are you confident with your design in the jewelry fair this time? Do you think you’d be able to win the prize?”

“Of course, I’m confident.” Anastasia curled her lips and smiled.

“I’ve raised the prize from 100,000 to a million, so if you can win the prize, the money will be all yours.” Elliot sluggishly lay back in his chair, his eyes lighting up like a charming womanizer.

In the meantime, Anastasia couldn’t help but think about Elliot’s alternative careers if he wasn’t a businessman. He could even be a superstar in the entertainment industry with

she could win the reward to worth one million; she was even planning

have to worry about his future later on. “It’s about time. I need to make a move now.” Anastasia implied that she had

well. Let me give

thanks for the offer anyway.” Anastasia turned down Elliot’s

stared at her without blinking. “I promised my grandma to look after you

didn’t feel the same way with Elliot, so she rejected him once again. “We don’t

downstairs and stood by the sidewalk to flag down a taxi when a black silhouette pulled up in front of her. Then, the car –

responded with an unfriendly gawk. She found him annoying because

taxi pulled up before Elliot’s vehicle and Anastasia promptly pulled open the door before entering it. As soon

and eyed the tailing vehicle coldly, she cursed in her heart and questioned the man’s intentions

little boy saw the handsome man leaning against his car with his eyes on them, he happily let

The next second, he carried the boy and allowed him to sit on his muscular arm with immense joy. At the same time, they were approached by a father and son who

shake his head in response just when Elliot smiled and replied, “Yes, I’m Jared’s father indeed.”

son left, Jared turned his attention to Elliot. “Mr.

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