Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 400

Chapter 400

Chapter 400 He’s Non-existent to Her

At that, Elliot smiled with resignation. “Alright then!”

When he pulled over in front of Anastasia’s apartment, he could only watch her get out and go home.

Alas, it would be another lonely night.

Just then, his phone rang. He checked the caller ID to replace it was Hayley, someone he hadn’t been in

contact with for about a month.

He had really forgotten all about her. “Hello?”

“Elliot, it’s me. I’m back. I’ve missed you so much!”

“Nice to hear that you’re back safely,” Elliot answered perfunctorily.

“Are you available for a meal tomorrow?”

“I’m occupied tomorrow.”

“How about the day after?”

“I have to work overtime this weekend.”

“Well then… can I visit you next week?”

“Sure, we’ll talk some other time. Goodnight.” With that, Elliot ended the call.

Soon after, another call came in. It was Rey this time. With that, Elliot pressed the answer button on the

steering wheel and drove away.

“President, I’ve got news from the Abyss Club. We’ve managed to trace the phone call to an address, but

what’s strange is that it’s from Summit Mansion.”

Elliot’s brows furrowed lightly upon hearing Rey’s news. “Isn’t that the area where Hayley lives?”

“Yes, sir! It’s exactly where you bought Miss Seymour’s mansion. The number originated from that area.”

“Can you get more information apart from that?”

“The number isn’t registered, and the SIM card was sold illegally. Hence, we can only track where the

call had come from. I’ll check Summit Mansion’s surveillance next. It’s an upscale mansion community,

after all. Surely there will be cameras everywhere. I’d like to replace this guy.”

“Sure! Go ahead!” Likewise, Elliot wanted to hunt down the person who had destroyed the server room.

He had to get to the bottom of this no matter what; he lost the truth to Anastasia’s misfortune five years

ago because of this person, and it hindered him from replaceing that b*stard.

Daniel showed up in Hayley’s mansion two hours later, and his jaw dropped upon seeing the woman

swirling a glass of red wine on the couch.

“Miss Seymour, you…” The fact that Hayley had undergone cosmetic surgery left Daniel gobsmacked,

what more when she now looked somewhat like Anastasia.

“Am I pretty?” Hayley asked, smiling with a quirked brow.

“Yes. Yes, you are.” He had to admit that her surgery was a total success.

However, he also knew everything she did was only to win Elliot’s heart.

Hayley smiled contentedly when she saw Daniel’s amazement for her in his eyes. “Do you think Elliot will

like my face?”

Yes, the all-new Hayley Seymour was even more beautiful now, but Daniel still preferred how she looked

initially, for this version of Hayley looked somewhat fake.

“Miss Seymour, why would you want to torture yourself like this?” His heart ached for her.

She must’ve experienced extreme pain and mustered all of her courage to look like this. Surely no

ordinary person would have the guts to even reshape their skull.

“I can even give my life to get Elliot’s attention, what more just by changing my face.” Hayley’s obsession

with winning Elliot’s heart had now evolved to a maddening degree.

Daniel said nothing more after that and brought her some food. At that, Hayley commanded, “Tell me

what Elliot and Anastasia have done while I was away.”

“I’m sure you know someone publicized President Presgrave and Miss Tillman’s relationship.”

The reminder rendered animosity to surge within Hayley. “Anastasia leaked those photos out on

purpose. She wants to claim Elliot for herself.”

“As far as I know, President Presgrave has been the one courting Miss Tillman, though,” Daniel pointed

out honestly.

Naturally, Hayley wouldn’t believe this to be true, and she sneered at that. “They won’t ever end up

together in this lifetime.”

Daniel didn’t quite get what she was saying, but his gaze at her was now laced with passion. They had

shared a few romantic nights, after all.

Too bad Hayley only saw her as something to warm her bed with, and he was practically non-existent to

her.