Night of Destiny

Hayley looked at Harriet with her gray hair, which gave off an aura of a domineering matriarch of the house. Thus, she didn’t dare to misbehave in front of the old madam. Soon, she walked up to Harriet and politely greeted her. “Greetings, Old Madam Presgrave. My name is Hayley Seymour. I’m your grandson’s girlfriend.”

Harriet frowned and asked in surprise, “You're Elliot’s girlfriend?”

“Well, Elliot and | haven’t dated long enough for me to drop by and say hi, so I’m sorry about that, Old Madam Presgrave.” Hayley acted like she was beating herself up.

Harriet had always known that Elliot didn’t like her arrangements, which made her wonder whether Hayley was behind the reason why her grandson didn’t want to marry Anastasia. “Hayley, can you tell me how you came to know Elliot?” The old madam sized Hayley up, noticing her ordinary appearance as she was also able to tell that Hayley wasn’t from a wealthy family.

However, the biggest question that bothered her was whether Elliot was dating Hayley.

When Hayley kept her head down and pursed her lips in silence, a curious Harriet then asked, “What's wrong? Why are you being so quiet?”

Hayley bit her lips and looked at the old madam. “It’s embarrassing.” “Why? What could be embarrassing? Just tell me the story.” Harriet’s curiosity grew even stronger.

Hayley then pretended to muster her courage and shared about the incident that happened five years ago with Harriet. Since she was able to guess how Anastasia and Elliot’s intimacy had happened, she managed to tell the story, as if she was the one who experienced it herself. Upon hearing Hayley’s story, Harriet was left with her eyes wide open as she couldn’t believe her grandson was responsible for taking away a lady's virginity

“The watch was the clue that helped Elliot look for me before he told me he'll make it up to me for the rest of his life.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Harriet’s eyes were filled with sympathy after she heard Hayley’s story. After all, she reckoned Hayley deserved her sympathy for having sacrificed her virginity in exchange for her grandson's life. “Hayley, I’d like to apologize to you on Elliot’s

behalf. Besides, I'll see that he makes it up to you.”

The old madam placed herself in Hayley’s shoes and was able to empathize with the young lady as a woman herself. Well, Hayley was probably 19 when that happened to her. That was when a lady was in her golden years, yet something like this befell her. | bet she must have suffered from it a lot.

“Have you had breakfast, girl?” she asked in a concerned manner. “No, | haven't...” Hayley shook her head.

“Somebody! Please prepare breakfast.” Harriet ordered her maids while Hayley kept her head down with a complacent look that flashed across her face. Deep down, she believed the positive change in Harriet’s attitude was a sign that her place was getting more important in the Presgrave Family.

Meanwhile, Anastasia was going through some files in her office at Bourgeois when her phone rang. She then picked it up and asked, “Hello, who is speaking?”

“I'm waiting for you at the door. Get down here now,” Elliot spoke with a voice so deep and charismatic that no other man could speak like him.

She held her breath for a split second when memories of the man forcefully kissing her vividly haunted her and flooded her mind. At the thought of that, she felt reluctant to see Elliot. Thus, she turned the man’s invitation down. “I’m busy today, so I’m not going to your grandmother's house.”

“Are you going to come down, or do | have to go up there to get you myself? Take your pick,” the man replied unhappily.

Anastasia bit her lips, realizing it wasn’t right for her to renege on her words. Therefore, she packed her stuff and grabbed her purse before leaving the office. When she arrived downstairs, she was greeted by the sight of a black sedan. Then, she opened the car door and sat inside as the man wearing a black suit gave off an intimidating aura.

Not long after Anastasia entered the car, she looked the other way and set her eyes outside the window while feeling a rush of adrenaline all over her body as soon as she recalled Elliot's unexpected reaction the night before.

On the other hand, Elliot fixed his gaze on the lady’s flank while starting the car engine and driving away from the company. For the next few moments, the car’s interior was shrouded in silence until he suddenly accelerated on the highway. Frightened by that, she anxiously held onto her seatbelt and screamed in horror,

“Elliot, the speed limit here is 50 miles per hour!”