Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

A force pressed her tightly against his chest and his warm windbreaker covered her head. At this moment, about 30 feet away, Roy and three subordinates heard the commotion. They immediately turned around and even drew their weapons when they heard the noise. However, when they only saw bats flying around, they quickly put their weapons away.

As a few subordinates prepared to investigate, Roy reached out and stopped them when he saw Shirley pressed in Zacharias’ arms. At this moment, they would better not disturb Zacharias. The subordinates quickly understood and followed Roy away.

Shirley pushed Zacharias away. Her pretty face was a bit red and her breath was slightly uneven. She took two steps back while staring at the man with a hint of annoyance. Did he make a mistake?

He was the protected one and she was his bodyguard. Did he not consider her a bodyguard just because he was more skilled?

“Mr. Flintstone, I hope such a situation won’t happen again. You need to understand that I am your bodyguard.” She calmed down and then spoke with a hint of warning in her tone.

he was surprised for a few seconds. However, he understood his own feelings once he realized it. Unknowingly, this girl’s life was

spoke, she noticed that the man was just looking at her without saying anything. She couldn’t help but feel angry. “Don’t you know that your life is more important

said your life isn’t important? If something happens to you while I’m with you, your dad will kill me.” After speaking, the man walked into the hall. Shirley was rendered

can rest assured. I can take responsibility for my own life. If I die in front of you one day,

a palm, and her eyes widened once again.

red lips pressed against the palm of his hand and his gaze gradually darkened. He warned her. “Don’t mention

the big hand covering her mouth and

Zacharias released her, his big

that this was a mountain villa built on the cliffside. From the window, one could see lush green forests

the wooden structure outside was surprisingly melodious. It was not annoying at all but rather soothing. “Whose house is this?” Shirley

“Mine,” the man answered.

mountains and forests, it was surprisingly dry. Clearly, someone had come here early to clean it up. It looked spotless, and there was a fireplace with two bundles of firewood beside it. Sitting by the fire, sipping coffee, listening

nodded. “Yes. Are