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.

if you’re not bleeding anymore, then go back to your room,” Emily bit out

hurried up the stairs, but when she passed Emily, the latter grabbed her by the wrist

one who could hear it, but the icy warning in her tone

untoward hatred Emily had for her. She wanted to tell her

bottom of the staircase and said, “I don’t think I can go back to sleep now. Stay

bottle of milk he had taken

his bedroom when he heard gone footsteps coming down

rather rendezvous with the maid than stay

it? Looks like I’ve

Bourgeois, and asked him to drop by the house with a compilation of all the relevant company information. Over

Larry’s arrival at home. When the clock struck 10, Larry and his assistant were escorted into the living room by the

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

still remembered the days when she had started out in Bourgeois. Elliot had asked him to

the property as well.

Larry had a feeling that she could very well become his superior. As it turned out,

more focused now, with a confidence that

Young, it’s been