Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“Be careful.” Anastasia nestled in Elliot’s arms as her heart ached for him. Not only was he suffering from the pain of losing his loved one after Harriet’s funeral, he was also stabbed in the back by his relatives.

“I will,” he assured her, and he vowed he would never again cause worry for his family.

On the other hand, Liam, who was in his office, was confident that Elliot would be looking for his daughter to force her into undergoing the operation. Since he had come this far, he would see his plan through to the end and not let it fail as it was their only chance for survival.

The child’s arrival would make Elliot’s life miserable because the child would one day be eligible for an inheritance from him. Otherwise, there will be an inheritance dispute between his children in the future.

Given Elliot’s level of great intelligence, it was almost inevitable that his future generations would also be bright. As a result, there was no good reason for Liam to pass up the golden opportunity to change his family’s future.

In fact, he had used up every penny he had to make sure his daughter could escape from Elliot’s grasp. Thanks to the fortune amassed in recent years, he had accumulated many resources and gathered several subordinates.

Liam enlisted the help of eight of his dependable subordinates to protect her. Furthermore, he found out that

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transpired, Liam was pleased to see the police arrivng. He remained composed even while the handcuffs were being slapped on his wrists. On the other hand, his wife was so anxious that she passed out and his son was in a state

plane took off from the airport, and

bothered to seek the assistance of the maids when preparing dinner. She lost focus while slicing carrots and accidentally cut her finger. Looking at her bleeding finger, she hissed in pain as panic surged in her. It was not due to the wound, but the cut that gave her a bad feeling about the whole situation. She cleaned the wound with water to

not allowed in the bar, and only one person drinks here. As the bar’s owner, Arthur can act in any way

alcohol as the words of his grandma kept

waited patiently

to end, a woman’s voice could be heard on

to pick up the phone? Is it because

I was in the shower. What’s the matter?”