Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 318 Their Plan

Elliot nodded. “Just put it here.”

Felicia looked worriedly at Anastasia, who was staring at the jewelry box on the table. Sneering in her heart, Anastasia assumed that this man was making a concerted effort to court Aliona. He even bought matching bracelets now!

“If nothing else, I’m going back to work now,” she said indifferently. She didn’t want to be here for another second.

“Take care, Anastasia. You don’t look good.” Looking at her from behind, he was concerned.

“I’m very good,” she replied without even turning her head, “and I don’t need your concern, President Presgrave.”

He had invited her over solely to let her notice the matching bracelets—a goal that was now accomplished.

she reached the door, she came to a halt and turned to face the man sitting on the sofa. With

from himself was way better than

said that? Is there such a thing?” With a slightly raised brow,

heart. When she heard his evasive response, she turned

clutched his fist tightly as he watched her walk away. She looks really

did not return to her office after leaving the president’s office. Instead, she left the atelier and spent some time alone

coffee in hand; she was eager to see Anastasia’s pitiful state after being dumped. She did not expect the room to be empty and had intended to leave. However, at that moment, she saw a few sketches on the table and

absolutely amazing. Based on the concept of the starry sky, the sketches were exquisite and finely drawn, as

envy filled her heart. She quickly took her phone and photographed the sketches before hurriedly returning them to their original location

and no one noticed her presence either. Feeling relieved,

sat on her seat and looked at the sketches, she had an evil intention in her heart. She assumed the sketches were what

designer from the company’s competitor who happened to be preparing for the same jewelry show as well. She wanted the designer to upload the sketches at first instance and save them as source files as she knew that for Anastasia, the sketches were only the first drafts. When the plagiarism issue came to light, the time the source file was uploaded to the computer

the same. After making a few minor modifications, she immediately sent it to the factory to have the finished

rang. She glanced at the caller and walked out of her office before she switched her phone to silent mode. She didn’t answer the phone until she was out of the atelier. “Hello, Father.

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