Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

All of a sudden, Arthur had the urge to seize the moment to do what he wanted and chase after the person he liked. If not, he was afraid that he would run out of time to get her in his hands. He turned his gaze toward Presgrave Corporation again as he fell into deep thought.

Three days later, the news of Harriet’s death was published in the papers, causing an uproar in the upper society. At the same time, the media turned their attention to the newly appointed Mrs. Presgrave, Anastasia, who would soon become the most powerful woman in the Presgrave Family.

Harriet’s funeral was also under preparation. Elliot handled everything and hardly slept, while Anastasia did not go to the company and prepared for the funeral with him. Harriet had instructed during her lifetime not to make her funeral a big deal. She just hoped that on the day she was buried in the ground, the members of the Presgrave Family and several of her friends would come to see her off.

That day, Jared finally came back from Nigel’s house. The moment he arrived home, he instantly asked Anastasia, “Mommy, Uncle Nigel said Great-Grandma went somewhere very far away, and that I can’t see her anymore.”

Anastasia pulled him into her arms and said gently, “Then, you have to miss her, all right?”

“I will. What about phone calls? Can I call her?”

son and said, “Jared, Great-Grandma has left us. Let’s

eyes sensibly, as if he understood where Harriet had gone. He consoled, “Mommy, did Great-Grandma pass away? You don’t have to hide it from me. I’m

at her son’s resolute gaze, she hugged him in relief and nodded softly. “Yes, your great-grandma has gone to heaven. You can

“I’ll miss her.”

a figure appeared at the doorway as Elliot walked inside. He had heard everything, and he wanted his son to know about Harriet’s

into his father’s arms, his large eyes turning red as if he understood what it meant to lose

hugged him and gave him

days, she walked over to hug him, feeling pained. Just like that, the family of three

a stop, and Arthur

at the young man in surprise before he asked in a cold voice, “Mr. Weiss, what is

to you. I acquired your company out of malicious intent, but now, I’ll hand your shares back to you. Please take over your company again.” Arthur’s tone was different, as if he had turned into

now he was

you want it! But I’m warning