Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 325 Fiery-Tempered Woman

A concerned Felicia caringly reminded, “President Presgrave, please take care of Miss Tillman.”

“Leave her to me,” Elliot replied in a low voice. Then, he opened the door to the driver’s seat and got in.

Felicia couldn’t help but rejoice as she looked at him driving off with Anastasia in his car. She already knew that he was the reason why Anastasia drank to the point where she was drunk.

A barely conscious Anastasia sat up in what she thought was Felicia’s car. She held her forehead in her hand to suppress the excruciating headache as she said in the direction of the driver’s seat. “Felicia, take me to any nearby hotel. I don’t want to go home.”

She didn’t want her father and son to see her in such a terrible mood and if they did, she would be grateful to just not scare them with this side of her.

A voice answered from the driver’s seat, “Is anyone taking care of your son?”

“My dad is home,” she obediently answered.

even dizzier as the car moved, she quickly slumped on the seat

her phone with his long fingers and sent Francis a message in

about her son

of thinking and emotions. She started to mumble in her drunken state

he was shocked that she was scolding him behind his back, but he soon tilted his head toward her and asked, “So,

him.” Her voice sounded like she

she behaved and he tried probing again, “You are telling me that you hate him even though

be an idiot for liking him…” she

sputtered again, “I hate him… He can like whoever the hell he

what she was saying and she definitely had no clue where she was. The car was only filled with sounds that sounded like

have fallen asleep by

was somewhat heartbroken. I must have really hurt her this time, he

sprawled out figure in his backseat before he

a hotel owned by the Mansons, and as soon as he carried the drunk woman into the hotel lobby in his arms, the

few strands of hair on her forehead. Then, he pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep well. I will explain everything when you

her glassy eyes shot open to look