Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

It suddenly felt like Naomi was cold hearted enough to do anything then. Francis was the one who forced her to the point of no return. She and her daughter would really not have any share of the company if she didn’t do something about it.

She went upstairs and took a bottle of pills from the corner of a cabinet. She then poured the content into a bottle of antihypertensive pills that Francis now had to take one pill daily.

The newly added pills would not immediately cause death. What it would do was trigger Francis’ ailment by increasing his blood pressure and causing him to have heart problems. It could easily lead to a heart-attack-induced accident.

This would be a murder without a weapon. Francis only had himself to blame for this.

After she had poured the pills into the container, she sent Alex a message, ‘I have switched out the pills. We will let him take it consistently for a few days, and

you can find a chance to take him somewhere far before we execute our plan.

Alex’s reply came soon after. ‘Got it. Thank you, Naomi.’

Francis took a pill before he slept that night, and Naomi coldly watched him do it.

Erica was staying over at Alex’s place for the night. Her mother had reminded her to not tell Alex regarding her birth, which was why she had to keep it to herself despite how there were no secrets between her and Alex.

when the time comes,” he reminded her. She was the one among the three of

that Erica had already treated Francis like a

in a cold voice, “Don’t worry. You and Mom can go

don’t care

how Naomi had managed to raise her daughter to be as

the luxurious hotel suite. He had on a white high-collared sweater, but despite how warm it looked, it did nothing to suppress the chill emitting from his

her?” Arthur’s

after we took a look at the CCTV recording, but it is difficult for us to know what she really looks

his eyes upon hearing that. He remembered how much of a nightmare the woman was when

car with yers of

him

tastes.

heirloom was something that his mother had personally given to him so that he could hand it to his wife, and have it passed

now, it had been stolen by

on all the second-hand jewelry stores as we look and wait for the woman. We will be notified

woman. As someone who had mysophobia, he was disgusted by the

the other person even if his item was to be returned to him

away and buy a new one if it was something of little importance. This, however, was a family heirloom that had been passed down for more than two centuries. There was only one of it in the world. It