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

Elliot waited for the traffic light to turn green, he grabbed her phone with his long fingers and sent Francis a message in her name that she would be spending the night with a

prompt reply that she didn’t have to worry about her son came shortly after Elliot sent the

emotions. She started to mumble in her drunken state toward the driver, “Felicia, let me tell you a secret. Elliot is

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

sounded like she was on

was entertained by how drunk she behaved and he tried probing again, “You are telling me that you hate him even though you are

of him… I would be an idiot for liking him…” she mumbled and grumbled in her drunken

can like whoever the hell

she definitely had no clue where she was. The car was

seemed to have

I must have really hurt her this

his backseat before he sighed. “I am sorry. This is all my fault. I

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

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

the covers on her, her glassy eyes shot