Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 237 Do You Like Him or Something?

Goodness! Are you telling me that the guy who’s been hanging around Anastasia is the heir to the country’s foremost elite family and the president of Presgrave Corporation?

As the revelation dawned upon him, Oliver felt his legs grow weak. He couldn’t believe he had the good fortune of meeting someone as important as Elliot under such circumstances. When he came to his senses and searched up the list of billionaires in the country, he was surprised to find that Elliot’s name was no longer on it.

However, he did come across an article that explained why some of the country’s billionaires had mysteriously disappeared from the aforementioned list. Upon clicking into it, he saw that Elliot was the first person mentioned in the article, and the only reason that was accorded for his disappearance from the list was that he simply didn’t care about the status. Not declaring his family’s net worth only made it all the more elusive, so much so that no one could even make a fair estimation.

Whatever the public had seen or heard about his wealth was but the tip of the iceberg; what lay beneath the surface could be far more astounding than anyone might imagine.

Having read this passage, Oliver suddenly felt glad that he had not been so ignorant as to offend the man earlier. Otherwise, he would be in a world of trouble.

Meanwhile, Anastasia plated the spaghetti after she had cooked it and brought it over to the dining table, whereupon Jared told her happily, “Mommy, your laptop is back!”

master bedroom, only to see someone crouching by the desk and assembling something with

Oliver, but

rolled up his sleeves, and right now,

wasn’t so much doubting him as she was concerned about having him work on such tedious tasks. After all, he had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he was probably used to ordering

out sarcastically as he went about the work without

deal with the 28 calls you gave me tonight? I actually thought

and he turned to glare at her furiously as he demanded, “Anastasia, don’t you feel the slightest bit of

who didn’t know better would have heard his angry accusation and assumed that she had taken his money after toying with his heart. Alas,

at him awkwardly. “Sure, I didn’t pick up your call, but you don’t have to behave this way.” For a moment, she thought he resembled a disgruntled housewife. The idea of it made her sputter, and she laughed so hard that she had to hold onto the door frame to

at her grimly. If looks could kill, she would be dead by now. “I can’t believe you

knew that laughing at him like this was rather disrespectful, but it was highly entertaining to see him crouching next to a laptop while trying to assemble its parts. At last, she swallowed her remaining giggles. “Okay, I’ll stop, but you have to promise me that you won’t spam me calls just because I don’t pick up the

pretty much done setting up the computer anyway. He rose to his feet and narrowed his eyes at her. “That guy earlier—what did you say his name

“Oliver,” she replied, blinking.

“Where does he work?”

the building next