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.

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

long fingers and sent Francis a message in her name that

have to worry about her

she was still capable of thinking and emotions. She started to mumble in her drunken state toward the driver, “Felicia, let me tell you a secret. Elliot is an *sshole! He

his back, but he soon tilted his head toward her and asked, “So, do you like him? Or do you hate

Her voice sounded like she was on the

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

be an idiot for liking him…” she mumbled and grumbled

hate him… He can like whoever the hell he wants to. It has nothing

was. The car was only filled with sounds that sounded like ‘b*stard’, ‘trash’ and ‘I don’t ever want to see him’ before

seemed to have

heartbroken. I must have really

figure in his backseat before he sighed.

by the Mansons, and as soon as he carried the drunk woman into the hotel

brush away a few strands of hair on her forehead. Then,

on her, her glassy