Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Zacharias tensed up and immediately stood up. He calmly approached the vice president, who was in the meeting, and requested assistance. “Mr. Vice President, I need help.”

The vice president nodded upon recognition of Zacharias’ urgent expression. So, they moved to a nearby lounge, where Zacharias briefed him on Shirley’s kidnapping. Zacharias knew they had to cooperate with local authorities since relying solely on their resources in such a vast territory in Flor would make rescuing Shirley challenging.

“What? Someone dared to kidnap your girlfriend?” the vice president was just as shocked because he never expected such an act damaging their mutual interests to take place on the day that the two nations formed a friendship.

Zacharias felt an overwhelming sense of urgency. He immediately ordered someone to bring Imogen over, instructing her to relate the entire incident and provide the specific location of the kidnappers.

Imogen was escorted to the lounge. She had been on edge in the car because when she initially planned this, she never expected Zacharias to collaborate with the vice president of Flor. The gangsters now not only had to face Zacharias but also the entire police force of Flor.

thoughts shifted. She decided to eliminate those gangsters and could gain recognition or even glory once she returned to her country. She couldn’t care less whether

Shirley survived, that would be great because she could continue

feel more at peace because it meant that she would no longer need to be subjected

unbearable pain. Perhaps there would even be

incognito when dealing with them. So, if she killed them all, no one would know that she was in contact

for the injuries, and visible marks of intense

disregarded

eight men, all of whom were mercenaries. I don’t know how they found out about Shirley’s identity, but it seems like she was their target,” she explained. “I’m sure it’s because of last night’s banquet where you and Shirley were together. It made

clenched instantly. Though he wished to tear those b*stards apart, he had to restrain himself and stay calm. Shirley’s safety was

lip, guilt evident in her

people? Where was the last place