Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

The two henchmen didn’t know where to flee to All they knew was the further, the better. As for what to do after leaving the country, they would only figure it out after doing so.

While making a phone call to report Bucky’s death, the two henchmen fled toward the surrounding mountains before eventually entering a wastewater plant. At that, they got out of the car to catch their breath.

“I swear it had to be those two agents!” said one of the henchmen, looking disheveled. “We have to leave this country before they kill us too!” “Let’s hide here for a while and leave in the afternoon.”

“Okay! I’ll go find a place to relieve myself.” Meanwhile, the other henchman pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Just then, he heard the sound of a car approaching. The moment he heard the approaching vehicle, death approached him as well. He saw a car rushing out of the woods and heading straight for his vehicle. Wide-eyed, he watched as the front of the car collided with him..

the forest. Behind him, a figure gave chase. The man wasn’t unarmed either, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to

he still lacked mental strength as he panted heavily, unable to

quickly. Seeing a tree shaking as soon as he turned around, he immediately rushed over and

the next second. However, Jasper was faster by half a second. The trigger had already been. pulled,

alarm sounded. Jasper pulled his phone out, stopped the buzzing, then sent a message while walking. I’m fine. Don’t worry; he sent to Willow. The alarm was also to remind him to text the young woman

‘I don’t believe you. Take a selfie.’ Jasper hesitated but eventually complied with little Miss Presgrave’s demanding request. He extended his hand, took a selfie,

such, Willow received a vertically oriented selfie of a man, taken from a mysterious angle but with the background of sunny, green leaves. Despite that, the man still

a little gentler? Smile for me, will you?’ Willow sent another message. Jasper was rendered at a loss for words. Little Miss Presgrave sure can make

at the camera. After a snap, he sent it to Willow, who rolled around in bed after seeing the photo, feeling satisfied. Then, something hit her, and she