Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Before meeting her, he had never complained about such things, but after meeting her, he realized that the long night was too endless and it wasn’t a good thing.

Shirley quickly took a shower and got into bed. She needed to sleep early so that she looked good when meeting Cole tomorrow.

She woke up early the next morning. She usually wore a bit of light makeup, but today, she put more effort into it. Moreover, she didn’t wear the uniform but chose her usual clothes. It was a pink coat too.

She had a pair of straight and slender legs that looked good in any pants. Today, she wore tight-fitting black pants, a high-necked white sweater, and a pink coat, which gave off the vibrant aura of a youthful college girl.

Shirley thought that Zacharias had already left, but when she went downstairs, she found that he was still sitting on the couch. She couldn’t help but clear her throat slightly. “Mr. Flintstone, I’ll be leaving first.”

Zacharias saw her in this outfit and his ink- black eyes widened slightly. This girl has even dressed up specially to meet that man.

He liked this outfit and her long hair cascading down her shoulders added a touch of sweetness to her. Any man would like it.

“Are you going for a date dressed like this?” Zacharias raised an eyebrow and asked.

immediately denied it. “No. I’m just going home.”

where she used to live. She walked over and took a deep breath, feeling that the air

me. I want

need me to take pictures for

“Yes.”

“Sure.”

of all the intimate activities between her and that person,” Zacharias instructed. Roy was startled that Zacharias knew Imogen

Shirley started the car and set off. Her mood was the

early, so she could go back and spend some time with her grandmother before meeting

was especially happy to see her granddaughter, but

the Flintstone Residence? Didn’t

It’s good

about the food?”

almost have a feast every

sounds good. Why did you lose weight?” Ava asked. “Grandma, I didn’t lose weight. I’m doing well. I’m going

help asking, “Is it a boy

a boy.” Shirley still couldn’t lie in