Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Right then, Hayley heard someone coming from behind her. She opened one of the side doors and left

the scene as she no longer dared to stay there. The people who came in were a few guests who

wanted to discuss business. They needed a quiet space, so they chose that balcony to talk. However,

they didn’t know that someone else had already taken the spot.

Anastasia was about to lose her mind at this point. Is this guy trying to ruin my reputation? But Elliot

finally released his grip on her, but he pressed his large palm against the back of her head to stuff her

face against her chest. Anastasia had no choice but to stay in his arms as she didn’t want others to see

her there.

Right when the three men entered the balcony, they noticed the people standing at the corner of the

space. The three men were stunned to see a tall man standing around with a girl buried in his chest.

Elliot shot the three men an icy glare before the three men could make sense of the situation. The three

men immediately saw Elliot’s face. Isn’t that the young master of the Presgrave Family?

“We’re sorry for disturbing you. Sorry!” The three men immediately turned and hurried off. Once

Anastasia was sure that they were gone, she lifted her head angrily. However, her movements were a

little too fast, and her forehead struck the man’s sharp chin. She gasped in pain before she gave him a

furious glare, but all she saw in his eyes was a dark pool of emptiness

-it was like a well that didn’t have a bottom. Furthermore, there seemed to be a layer of ice covering the

deep well. “I want you to reject Nigel. Otherwise, I’ll tell everyone about what happened between us,”

Elliot warned.

“Elliot, you don’t think that I’m going to marry you even if I rejected Nigel, right? You can continue

dreaming if that’s what you think!” Anastasia stormed out of the balcony after spitting her words at him.

But she had walked a little too quickly, and she tripped on her gown before falling on the ground near

the plants. “Ah…” She gasped in pain as her knee was injured again.

The man parted his long legs and walked over to give her a helping hand. “Why are you always so

clumsy?” he complained.

“It’s none of your business.” She pushed his hand away before limping away from him. Would I have

fallen down if he hadn’t dragged me here? It’s all his fault. Elliot pulled his phone out and dialed a

number as he watched her walking away. “There’s a girl in a gray evening gown who’s coming down

now. I want you to prepare a car to send her home.”

After giving his orders, Elliot tugged on his tie. His every move gave off a cool and intimidating aura,

which made others fear and admire him at the same time. He was simply too eye-catching.

When Anastasia got downstairs, the hotel manager came up to her. “Are you heading home, Miss?

We’re providing private drivers for our guests tonight.” She had just been worrying about how she

would get a cab in the area, so she immediately nodded after hearing what the manager said. “Yes. I’m

leaving now.”

“Follow me, please.” The manager pointed toward a car, and he opened the backseat door for her to

get in. She felt much more relaxed after entering the car. I should’ve rejected this invitation from the

start. I shouldn’t have come.

Anastasia managed to leave the event, but she had offended quite a few people that night. She

hadn’t just triggered Hayley; she had also infuriated Leah. Leah was going all around the place while

asking for information related to Anastasia-she wanted to gather all the knowledge that she could replace

about Anastasia.

Soon enough, one of the lady guests there told Leah that Anastasia was just a regular jewelry designer

from a normal family. Anastasia wasn’t the type of girl who could meet the standards of the Manson

Family at all. This reinforced Leah’s belief that she would eventually be the one to get married to Nigel.

She wasn’t about to let other girls snatch him away from her.

Hayley, on the other hand, was trembling in rage. When she thought about how Anastasia and Elliot

had made out with each other, she felt as if someone had stabbed her in the chest.

Meanwhile, Harriet gazed at her grandson, Nigel, with a look of surprise. They were having a chat in

one of the rooms. “Did Anastasia really save your life, Nigel?”

“Yeah! I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for her, Grandma. That accident was too dangerous. I would

have been blown into pieces if she hadn’t dragged me out of the car,” Nigel replied in a firm voice.