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.

go back to your room,” Emily bit

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

said this so quietly that Sophia was the only one who could hear it, but the icy warning

up the stairs, baffled by how much untoward hatred Emily had for her. She wanted to tell her that she

Arthur at the bottom of the staircase and said, “I don’t think I can go back

handing her the bottle of milk he had taken from

actually been thirsty at all when he grabbed the milk. He had out of his bedroom when he heard gone footsteps coming down from the third floor, and as for the milk, it was

So, Artie would rather rendezvous with the maid than

me. Is that it? Looks like I’ve

up as the weak sunlight spilled into the room and over 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

for work after that, leaving Anastasia to wait for Larry’s arrival at home. When the clock struck 10, Larry and his assistant were escorted into the living room by

the woman on the couch. She’s blossomed into a whole new person now, one that must

in

top-quality real estate and made him bring her the information on the property as well. However, completely unfazed by the

feeling that she could very well become his

more focused now,

President Young, it’s