Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Shirley shook her head. “No, I’m just moving to a different place.”

Corinne wasn’t interested in where she was going to live next. Just then, a shuttle bus pulled up, and Shirley placed her luggage on board and got on. Corinne planned to walk, but the driver called out to her, “Corinne, get in.”

“I’m heading to Mr. Flintstone’s residence,” she said.

“I’m taking Imogen there too. Hop on,” the driver said. Shocked, Corinne looked at Shirley, realizing that when she said she was moving to a different place, she meant moving into Zacharias’ residence.

She immediately got on the bus, her eyes fixed firmly on Shirley. “You’re going to live at Mr. Flintstone’s place?”

of boasting; instead, she felt helpless. She simply nodded. “Yes, it was Mr.

in Shirley’s direction. “You’re quite something, huh?” She believed that Shirley had used some means to captivate Zacharias behind her back, and that

Shirley knew that Corinne had misunderstood, she chose not to explain

Zacharias’ residence, Shirley got off the bus, and Corinne stood by her side. As the shuttle bus departed, Corinne spoke in

to stop and look at Corinne,

stepped on, displaying a touch of aggressiveness. “How did you make Mr. Flintstone notice you? What tricks did you use? Or did you seduce him

way, so why would Zacharias show interest in her? Shirley had to have done something behind

that, Shirley was at a loss for words. The feeling of being wrongly accused is so unpleasant. She gave Corinne a sharp, piercing look. “Are

aback by her gaze and snorted. “Don’t let me

she entered the house first, and Shirley followed her. Shirley took her luggage to the second floor, where there was a guest room reserved for visitors. Since Zacharias’ master bedroom and his study were on the third floor, the entire

went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Zacharias. The less she received his attention, the harder she worked. She wanted to outshine Shirley and make him see

in. She had felt his displeasure the night before when she had rejected him. Indeed, having been accustomed to being in

the third-floor foyer, and as she turned the corner, she suddenly saw a man sitting in the third-floor living room. He was dressed in a loose-fitting black robe, with the belt hanging loose in the middle. Water droplets were falling from the tips of his hair, sliding down his strikingly handsome face, down to his jawline, and further down onto his