Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

After another bout of apologies, Aaron left.

Sophia was extremely conflicted. Arthur had acquired her father’s company through despicable means, even sending him to the police and giving him a debt of one billion. Did her family still have to be grateful to him just because he kindly repaid the debt for her father? He was the cause of the trouble and also the solution to it; her family was innocent in all this. Was all of this because she accidentally picked up his family heirloom and lost it?

“Sophia, stay away from Mr. Weiss. You shouldn’t get involved with a man like him, understand? It might cost you your life,” Drake warned his daughter somberly.

“I will, Dad,” she promised.

“From a glance, I can tell that he’s a spoiled child from a rich family who’s used to doing whatever he wants without caring about anything.” The more Drake thought about it, the angrier he felt, and he had no affection for Arthur at all.

Sophia went upstairs and sprawled out on her bed, her heart feeling inexplicably heavy. Meanwhile, in a cabinet, the screen of her silenced phone repeatedly lit up with unanswered calls from a certain someone.

time, Arthur couldn’t control his temper and threw his phone on the couch beside

Presgrave Residence at night, Anastasia sat with him

let’s go home,” he

her head. “Grandma loves us so much. Even if she is on the

her hair.

a little later in the end. When Anastasia woke up after a good night’s sleep, she found that the man next to her was gone, and she got up after putting on a jacket. In the living room, Elliot was drinking alone on the couch. There were several extinguished cigarette butts in the ashtray next to him. Anastasia felt sorry for him, but couldn’t find the words to comfort him. After all, his love for his grandmother was

man. “Let’s go back

to end, buried his head in her hair as a stream of tears slipped from his red eyes. Anastasia patted him on the shoulder and

two nights. When she combed through her hair, she noticed that it was slightly damp,

around ten o’clock. The man who stepped out of the car had a handsome yet cold face, and he was donned completely in black, making him look

walked over and opened the small gate,

he asked, “Hello, Mrs. Goodwin. Is

won’t be seeing you in the future. You should leave!” Emma was nearly going to lose her temper. After learning the truth about her husband’s bankruptcy the previous night, she was so angry that she could barely

Arthur slightly furrowed his beautiful eyebrows. Did