Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Arthur, however, ignored Sophia and proceeded to clean up her wounds with at sterilized Q-tip. When he went on to apply the antiseptic, she hissed in pain. and gasped softly. ‘Ow, that hurts!”

The way she yelped was so suggestive that Arthur stopped and shot her a freezing look, as though angry that hist testosterone decided to react to her voice.

At present, neither of them noticed the fuming figure that stood on the second floor landing with her hand on the banister. Emily had been awakened by the ruckus downstairs, so she came out of her room and Sophia’s soft moans of pain. sounded. She then decided to head. downstairs only to see Arthur helping the girl clean her bleeding shins.

One could call it first-aid, but to Emily, who was so blinded by jealousy she could hardly think straight, Sophia was a cunning vixen who had resorted to such cheap acts to win over Arthur’s attention.

“What happened, Arthur?” Emily asked aloud, pretending as if she had been woken up by the commotion as she continued her way down the rest of the steps.

Sophia hurriedly rolled down the legs of her pajama pants and apologized, “Did we wake you, Miss Jennings? I’m terribly sorry for that.”

“Did something happen to you?” Emily asked, meeting the other girl’s gaze confrontationally.

“I fell and scraped my knees earlier, so Mr. Weiss helped me stop the bleeding,” Sophia answered frankly.

anymore, then go back to your room,” Emily bit

latter grabbed her by the wrist and warned through gritted teeth, “Stay away from my man if you don’t want

quietly that Sophia was the only one who could hear it, but the icy warning in her tone was

much untoward hatred Emily had for her. She wanted

the staircase and said, “I don’t

her the bottle of milk he had taken from

had out of his bedroom when he heard gone

was furious. So, Artie would rather rendezvous

it? Looks like I’ve severely underestimated how

the side of the bed. Elliot had already called Larry, the vice president of Bourgeois, and asked him to drop by the house with a compilation of all the relevant company information. Over the phone, Elliot added that Anastasia would be in charge of running the

arrival at home. When the clock struck 10, Larry and his assistant were escorted into

a whole new person now, one that must not be overlooked under any circumstances,

had started out in Bourgeois. Elliot had asked him

her the information on the property as well. However,

that she could very well become his superior. As it turned out, his gut

first few times they met, Anastasia looked wiser and more focused now, with a confidence that seemed to shine through, polished by years of

President Young, it’s been a