Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Just then, someone was about to enter from outside, so Shirley reached out and opened the door. It was Imogen who came in carrying some documents. She said, “Shirley, these are documents from the security department. They need to be delivered to Mr. Flintstone for his signature.”

“Alright, you can take them to his study,” Shirley replied.

“I don’t know where his study is. You should take them up,” Imogen suggested.

After a nod, Shirley took the documents and was ready to go. Yet, Jesslyn pointed at her retreating figure and said, “Stop right there. I’m not done yet.”

Imogen immediately looked at Jesslyn, surprised that this girl dared to shout at Shirley. Does she not know Shirley’s identity?

On the other hand, Shirley was getting annoyed. She turned to glare at Jesslyn and said, “Miss Kurt, this is not the place for your tantrums. If you want to throw a fit, do it at your own home.”

Having grown up in a privileged environment, Jesslyn was not used to being talked to like this. She retorted, “This is the Flintstone Residence, and it’s my home. I can do whatever I want here. Even Zacharias doesn’t mind. Who are you, a mere bodyguard, to order me around?”

So, she’s close to Zacharias. It seems like she’s not aware of Shirley’s background, thinking that Shirley

but turn to Imogen, asking, “You’re a female bodyguard too. Why is she the only

here,” Imogen replied. Jesslyn immediately understood that the newcomers had

done more than just offend me; she’s practically competing with me for a man. After all, which woman wouldn’t dream of becoming the vice president’s wife? It was something she dreamed of every

fun. I’ll take you out in the afternoon,” said Tony, trying to

Imogen watched Jesslyn being led away by Tony, a sly smile tugged at her lips. She stood at the door, waiting for Shirley

she went downstairs. When she saw Imogen was still waiting there, she walked

I have to wait to

get your turn.”

“Shirley, where’s the restroom? I really

in a direction

she noticed that Jesslyn was nearby. Suddenly, she devised a plan and picked up a small stone from a nearby potted plant and then threw it at

precision and skill, Jesslyn screamed in pain when the stone hit her. However, when Jesslyn turned around, there

there? Who did this?” Jesslyn held her head in pain. Though she didn’t see anyone, she suspected it was Shirley. She surely possesses