Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 454 Serenade

When Larry was planning the seating arrangement, he made sure that Elliot and Anastasia were in the first row. Even the spokesperson Cecilia Acre, who was seated next to him, was so excited she found it hard to breathe as she started busying herself with doing this and that to get Elliot’s attention.

Anastasia finally knew how it felt to be Elliot—she had become the focus of all women tonight. She could feel the intensely envious eyes along the way that seemed like they could poke holes in her any moment now.

“Hello, President Presgrave. I am Cecilia Acre, the spokesperson for Bourgeois. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Cecilia took the initiative and greeted him.

Elliot nodded slightly at her. “Hello.”

Cecilia initially had a waistcoat on, but as she spoke to Elliot, she subconsciously reached out to tug on it slightly, making it slide down to reveal her silken skin exposed by the deep V-neck of her outfit.

Anastasia could tell at a glance what the female artist was plotting to do.

She was slightly speechless when she saw that, but she had to admit that Cecilia had a bold fashion style.

Of course, she only wore it for Elliot to see, and not anyone else.

Larry took the emcee’s place, and he gave a speech regarding a detailed introduction to the outlook and future

performance, what everyone was looking forward to tonight was the lucky draw session. It was said that both the prize money and winning rate

performance finally began at

as a prince. Among

he was deeply attracted by the woman beside him who was

by Hendrix, who was on the stage. The song he was singing was also coincidentally her favorite

cold gaze first glanced at the singer who blew kisses to his audience, and then the former turned

she insisted on attending the banquet?

finally felt goosebumps from the intensity of Elliot’s stare, so she turned to look at him

mood sour, and yet

like him a

piercing than the cold air outside. She couldn’t help but gulp in fear as she thought,

to reply to him with a clever answer. “I like his songs,”

means you like him, huh?” There was a trace of displeasure as

appease him by reaching under the table and holding his hand in hers. His eyebrows finally relaxed at that, and he domineeringly grabbed her

even starting to get distracted even though she was listening to Hendrix singing live. All

at a table on the third row, Aliona didn’t once watch the performance on stage. She was constantly finding her opportunity to

a performance going on, it would only be embarrassing for her if