Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 312 Not Worthy of Her Love?

She was still with Francis at 4:00PM and couldn’t make it back to her company in time to take her car before picking up Jared. In light of this, he directed Alex to drive her to Jared’s school and all of them could have dinner together tonight. As she was pressed for time and her car was still parked at her workplace, she had no other option but to accept Alex’s help.

Meanwhile, in Bourgeois Jewelry Atelier, the man who had been sulking all day decided to head to Jared’s school as well to see whether he would run into Anastasia by chance, and also to visit Jared’s new school.

As the atelier was nearer, they had arrived at the school ahead of time. Rey found a perfect parking spot and Elliot perused his work documents in the car while waiting for Anastasia to come to pick up Jared.

At around 4.30PM, Rey was observing the crowd that arrived to pick up their children. Finally, he saw Anastasia with a man beside her.

“President Presgrave, Miss Tillman is here.” He alerted the man on the seat behind.

Hearing that, Elliot dropped his document and looked out the window at the woman in the crowd, but the moment he saw her, he became furious. Why did she bring Alex along?

One small boy was running toward Anastasia and almost collided with her, but in her

her head and asked in concern with her hand

He shook his head with a

“I’m really

fact, Alex enjoyed watching

car looked even angrier. The flirting duo had enraged him

same thing. Is Miss Tillman bent on

you want to go down and look for Miss

of resentment and rage. The more he saw them, the more he felt that all his efforts toward Anastasia during this period of time went down the drain. She was getting along so well with Alex

didn’t notice Anastasia stepping on Alex’s

Alex was beside them. For afar, they looked

scene pricked Elliot’s heart and irritated

want to go down?” Rey asked anxiously. As long as Elliot went

it was in terms of attractiveness, figure, or wealth, the man next to Anastasia was completely incomparable to

cold eyes and clenched teeth. His fist, which was clenched tightly, never loosened for a second, as if he was about