Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Now, I’ll have someone to rely on for cash, thought the man as he left while smoking happily.

At this moment, Mrs. Garner, the servant, stood up behind the wall next to the little door with a shocked expression. She couldn’t believe she had just learned a big secret by chance.

She happened to be sweeping the yard when she heard Erica yelling outside the gate earlier. She had wanted to head out to take a look, but when she saw that Erica was alright, she didn’t feel like doing so anymore. Consequently, she eavesdropped on Erica’s conversation with the man.

She couldn’t believe that the plainly dressed man was actually Erica’s biological father. Perhaps nobody in the Tillman Family knows the secret of Erica’s parentage. Now that she thought about it, that would make Anastasia the only real daughter of the Tillman Family..

Having worked here for more than ten years, Mrs. Garner had witnessed with: her own eyes how Naomi had abused Anastasia both verbally and physically

during Anastasia’s maiden years. Naomi’s daughter lived like a princess whereas the real daughter of the Tilman Family couldn’t even buy a piece of clothing.

she felt somewhat sorry for Anastasia, but she felt even sorrier for Francis, who had raised another man’s daughter for over 20 years. Even his company had fallen into Naomi’s and

big secret. Not only that, but she had learned how to be shrewd and calculating while living here. This was a great opportunity to

the shares she

humble life of a servant anymore. And besides, it wasn’t like Naomi was nice

the morning. On his way to his office, he received a phone call. As it turned out, the person he had sent out last night

them, he was stunned right away. Why was Alex with Hayley? Who else is the coquettish

with each other, Rey was no longer interested to know because he had to

the hospital for the Presgrave Group’s headquarters. On his way there, he received a phone call and

took a glance at the photos before swiping them away. “Send

and see if they’re

“Roger that, President Presgrave.”

early in the morning. Anastasia was sitting in the specialists’ office and listening to their discussion on Francis’ condition. She didn’t understand the terms they used, but it seemed

beeped with an incoming text message. She picked up the phone

sent