Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 362 The Real Killer

While they were on their way, Elliot and his men would continuously tune into the information and directions given by the bodyguards who were tracking Anastasia and her kidnappers. Right now, all Elliot could do was pray for her safe return. The thought of what those kidnappers might do to her while she lay helpless in the car brought an ominous gleam to his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to catch up to that van and kill those kidnappers with his bare hands.

Even though they were accelerating at full speed, he still felt like they were going too slow for comfort. If Riley so much as touched a single hair on Anastasia’s head, he vowed that he would blast them all to kingdom come.

Presently, Anastasia was slowly coming to her senses as she lay on the ground in an abandoned house somewhere. A sack had been pulled over her head, and she could see nothing but darkness, though she did pick up the sounds of footsteps and people talking around her.

She struggled to break free of her restraints as she let out muffled cries. “Mmph!”

“Stop struggling. Miss Tillman. There’s no way you’re getting out of here alive,” said a weathered male voice.

found the voice extremely familiar, but

mother, scrambling to die by my

Who is he? Judging by his words, he could very well have been my mother’s killer all those

but just as panic and adrenaline filled her, the man spoke up once more. “Would you like to know more about your mother before you die, Miss Tillman? She could have actually

but when she heard this, her fear was intermingled with curiosity. She was desperate, she realized, to

who killed your mother is none other than Old Madam Presgrave!” the man said insidiously, his voice loud and

and moved around after

her precious grandson had been kidnapped!” The man elaborated icily and acerbically, “Old Madam Presgrave personally called up the mayor and told him that if he did not save her grandson and left him for dead, she would cripple the entire stock market. Given Presgrave Corporation’s power, she could have easily

to be one of those unfortunate souls who were sent out on the rescue mission. As far as Old Madam Presgrave was concerned, her grandson’s life was

to the story. She could understand Harriet’s fear of losing her grandson, but she didn’t think that the old

got a call from the top brass and went on duty. She could have been spared, but she dashed out to shield the little boy and took the stabbing in his place. She was determined to protect him

Hot tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over. Is that truly the reason why Mom died while on duty

to leave behind an adorable daughter who was barely even two years of age! I even heard her whisper, “I’m sorry, Anya…”