Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

A month ago, the bar had changed owners as it was bought by the gorgeously handsome man before him. From then on, the bar was only open whenever the man felt like it, although he spent most of the time drinking alone in the bar.

At one time, the ladies who came to the bar were captivated by his charming good looks, but they all ended up fearing him, especially those who tried to approach him. He not only had a cold shoulder, but he greeted those women with a frosty, scathing look. It wasn’t enjoyable to be scrutinized under the man’s gaze, which would freeze a person from head to toe as if skinning them alive.

The man being described was Arthur Weiss, the mysterious young man of noble descent who had been looking for his family heirloom.

“Young Master Weiss, we’ll surely find her,” the bodyguard said in an effort to

comfort him.

Arthur’s patience was running out. He had tried everything he could, but he couldn’t find the thief’s whereabouts at all. He had checked the bar’s surveillance footage, as well as surveillance footage of the road, but the young lady was so heavily made-up that there was no way of knowing what she really looked like.

He had considered going to the police, but he didn’t want the loss of his family heirloom to be made public, fearing that the thief might destroy the heirloom if she were to learn that it was an object of great importance. If that happened, even if he caught her, he might not be able to recover it. Therefore, he would rather let her keep the heirloom first and sort her out later when he found her.

cab driver who

bodyguard through the entrance. He had heard that the bar had closed down; it was once a paradise for the rich and

establishment in town. He then saw a man sitting in a chair next to the bar counter. He was toying with a wine glass, and it was evident from the sound of the wine glass being swirled around that

cab driver who drove that

his men take out two bundles of cash. Then, he pushed the photo next to him toward the man, asking, “Do you remember

lady in the photo, the driver instantly remembered her. “Yes, yes, I do remember this lady. She was coming

was crying her eyes out, seemingly

was in sight. “Can I have the video of the

cash before taking out his cell phone even more briskly. “Sure, sure. Let me find it for you right away.” Finally, he

who had gotten into the cab in the video, and sure enough, she

immediately after getting

somewhat blurry

phone rang; she picked it up and answered,

“I want to call off the engagement. I don’t want to get married… I just want to get married to the love of my life. I don’t want to get