Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Willow did enter the dance hall, but not with the intention of dancing. She was there merely to witness the fun. Her preference lay in finding a spot to observe people and seek entertainment. However, what she did not know was her incredibly captivating aura- mysterious, noble, like a fairy. Even with a mask on, her big watery eyes and beautiful plump red lips were enticing.

At that moment, Josephine saw two familiar figures standing beside her. Although they were. wearing masks, she recognized them right away. Aren’t they my bodyguards?

“You… How did you two manage to get in here?” She could not help but burst into laughter. Her two bodyguards were known for their serious demeanor, yet they joined in on the fun. “We’re here to protect Miss Presgrave. She can’t be out of our sight.”

“Don’t worry. I can take care of myself,” Willow reassured. She did not want to rely on constant protection, as it would only make her feel vulnerable and weak.

“Miss Presgrave, you can have fun freely. We won’t disturb you,” the bodyguard replied. She nodded and added, ‘Well, you guys can enjoy yourselves too! I won’t tell my dad. Go get your dance partners!”

bodyguard stated earnestly. At that, Willow could only let them be. Of course, she was clueless that danger was around

them to demand a substantial ransom from the Presgrave family, ensuring a lifetime of financial security for themselves. It just so happened that

With a vast and diverse crowd, even with her bodyguards in tow, it would be challenging for them to provide constant attention and protection. Meanwhile, four men standing in the corner were also staring at Willow. One asked, “Boss, can we make

tonight and demand money from the

we accidentally

get the money, we won’t live long enough to spend it.” These kidnappers were well aware of the potential consequences if they were to harm

because he could not bear seeing her jostled in such a chaotic environment. He believed it would be better to take her

sitting in her seat, sipping on red wine, listening to the music,

before the lights dimmed. Spotlights began to dance seductively.