Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Willow looked mischievously at Jasper with a raised eyebrow and said, “You didn’t say please.” “Please excuse me, Miss Presgrave,” he said through gritted teeth, his deep eyes locked onto her.

It was only then that she retracted her arm and made way. Although Jasper left, she felt at sense of disappointment instead. Troy blinked, then whipped around to look at Jasper’s receding figure. It had only been a few seconds, but Troy could sense that Jasper was not any ordinary man.

He then remembered Willow switching places on purpose, then blocking the man’s path intentionally, along with the conversation she shared with him. It felt like she was not chatting with him in earnest. Instead, she seemed to be provoking someone.

“Miss Presgrave, who was that just now?” Troy asked straightforwardly. She shook her head. “No one.” “It’s someone you like, isn’t it? I can’t believe there’s someone you can’t get.” He was interested in this matter. Willow, however, refused to admit it. ‘What? I’m not trying to get him.”

“Do you need help?” Troy, on the other hand, was intent on helping her get the man. She blinked. “You’ll help me?” “I can work perfectly with you as long as I’m in Averna.”

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a mischievous person. Some people in this world were on the same wavelengths; they would not be attracted to

Almost 200 guests turned up for

the tall and handsome man, she wore a gray evening dress that looked

people around them, Jared and Ellen smiled and nodded in response. The guests were amazed at the young child of the Presgrave

oblivious. His small features were tinted pink, and even though his tiny face was plump, he looked very much like his father. Willow brought Troy over to look

proceeded smoothly. Many elders were present, making the younger generations, like Willow, feel a little stressed, so she took Troy out for a drive. As the night fell, they sat in a high-class bar, gazing at the glimmering stars outside the

Troy, sitting next to her, had the urge to help her. “If you miss him so much, just go to him!” “I can’t do that. He thinks I’m annoying and kept getting in his way,” Willow

little princess of the Presgrave Family. She was perfect in terms of background, looks, and

Willow picked up the wine glass and took a sip from it. However, somewhere nearby, a paparazzi who had managed to get in spotted them. He quickly raised his phone and