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.

to begin. You can’t start panicking when the time comes,” he reminded her. She was the one among

that Erica had already treated Francis like a stranger that had no ties to her at

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

way. don’t care

muse about how Naomi had managed

He had on a white high-collared sweater, but despite

her?” Arthur’s angry eyes glared at

Master, we did find her after we took a look at the CCTV recording, but it is difficult for us to know what she really looks like because of how well the heavy makeup she had on covered

eyes upon hearing that. He remembered how much of

car with yers of

insulted him

tastes.

find her. The heirloom was something that his mother had personally given to him so that he could hand it to his wife, and

stolen by

second-hand jewelry stores as we look and wait for the woman. We will be notified immediately if she were to visit any

to be touched by the woman. As someone who had mysophobia, he was

was a lingering scent of the other person even if his item was to be

of little importance. This, however, was a family heirloom that had been passed down for more than two centuries. There