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?”

the envy in Corinne’s expression. However, she had no intention of boasting; instead, she

something, huh?” She believed that Shirley had used some means to captivate Zacharias behind her back, and

misunderstood, she chose not to

stood by her side. As the shuttle bus departed, Corinne spoke in a serious tone. “Stop

choice but to stop and look at Corinne, feeling

cat whose tail had been 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 when I wasn’t

eyes, she was no less than Shirley in every way, so why would Zacharias show interest in her? Shirley had

loss for words. The feeling of being wrongly accused is so unpleasant.

let me catch you

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 third floor became his operational territory. Considering that, Shirley chose to

Zacharias. The less she received his attention, the harder she worked. She wanted to

night before when she had rejected him. Indeed, having been accustomed

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 exposed abdominal muscles. He lounged