Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 475 A Hand-To-Hand Combat

If he could defeat the reputable Elliot, it would be the most glorious moment of his life.

“Bring Elliot to the courtyard. I’m going to teach him a lesson.”

“Paul, he needs to be with Miss Dora tonight to…”

Paul’s expression turned awful when he heard that because he had been having a crush on Aliona for the past three years. Knowing that she was about to offer herself to Elliot and coupled with the fact that Elliot was being unappreciative, Paul was burning with rage.

“I’ll spare his life.” Paul merely wanted to vent his anger, and he was dying to vent it on Elliot.

And so, his man immediately went to bring Elliot over for his higher-up to do so.

In an open area in the courtyard, Elliot was brought out, with his limbs remained chained. Paul found that unchallenging, so he instructed, “Release him.”

“Paul, what if—”

would such a pampered young master defeat me? Guard by the side, and if he dares to

then stood beside them, waiting to witness their battle. Elliot, on the other hand, was dressed in a black coat, a vest and a black shirt inside. He exuded ruthlessness in the

was not someone to be

the chance to challenge

coat, revealing his sturdy build. His muscles beneath his shirt could

he

if Aliona could see it so that she would know he wasn’t inferior to Elliot. Paul hoped to win her approval as well as her love after

advantage of Paul’s love for Aliona to obtain such an opportunity. He secretly scanned his surroundings, looking for anything that could help

at this point, leaving only the

avoiding Paul’s attack astounded Paul,

man, being the young master of the Presgraves,

Elliot’s face the most. His appearance was so perfect that Paul had the urge to destroy it. With that, he raised his fist,

in that punch. However, his fist was about to strike Elliot in the face when his wrist was grabbed by a powerful palm.

ground. He couldn’t care less about the pain in his back and he stood up immediately, ready for another fight. However,

his