Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Jasper opened up and saw Aimee. “I ordered food. Let’s eat!” He nodded and came out of his room, after which she curiously asked, “Where did you head off to just now? Don’t tell me you went to see Miss Presgrave!”

“I didn’t,” he denied. Aimee felt he should not have taken action on his own, so she bit her lip, arguing, “Even if you’re my superior, you shouldn’t have taken action without me knowing. I have the right to know your every move.”

While sitting by the table, Jasper looked at her and declared, “I won’t do anything that would affect our mission.” “But you already have. Ever since Miss Presgrave appeared, you’ve been acting strange.” That was what kept her frustrated inside. Also, he had never hidden in his room to work before.

“Aimee, I said I won’t do anything that would affect our mission.” He emphasized and coldly added, “Also, don’t mention Miss Presgrave anymore.”

Stunned, Aimee could not help but sit down. because his words carried a slight deterrence to her. “Fine. I believe you, and I won’t mention Miss Presgrave again. Also, you can’t meet with her behind my back.”

Presgraves had sent bodyguards to pack Willow’s items at the hotel. When Bucky’s men found out she would no longer be staying at the hotel, they had no choice but to return and

that woman must not be of an ordinary background. She has six bodyguards following her all

commotion until the seller arrives.” Hearing that,

could not figure out who saved Willow. Moreover, that person also discovered their tracking device! One had

returned home, she acted like she always did before her parents. As soon as she returned to her room, only she knew what her mind was thinking. She took out her phone, and while she used to enjoy surfing through videos online, she now only wanted to text a

would be like proving herself wrong. After repeatedly looking at her phone, she tossed it aside and grabbed a book. After reading a few pages, she realized she could not

Willow felt so helpless. She used to stay up late reading a book and could even come up with many interesting ideas, but

phone again and typed a text. I apologize. for whatever I said to you

that, she closed her eyes and sent the text, but after she did, she began feeling frustrated again. All kinds of thoughts crowded. her mind. What if he doesn’t reply? What if he ignores