Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 797

Chapter 797

“Let’s gather all the evidence we need first and expose him on his daughter‘s wedding day. That way,

we could show all the guests his true colors without letting them know we‘re onto them. What do you

think?” Elliot made his point.

“I guess you have a point. If Johnny knows we‘re onto them, he could destroy the experiment results

and leave no evidence behind.”

As Richard continued to keep tabs on the Jennings Family, Johnny later returned home but didn‘t

discuss the matter with anyone until it was 9.00PM later that night. At that moment, he brought up the

matter to his wife and discussed it with her in the study.

“Johnny, Emily said the lady that Arthur met overseas is back. She also said she was very close with

him, so please do something to make him forget about her completely.”

Johnny was surprised to hear that. “How is that possible? I‘ve been watching him and noticed

symptoms of neurodevelopmental disorder. So, there is no way he‘ll show anyone else affection.

Instead, he‘ll only behave like a robot to everyone else.”

“What about Emily? Is she going to be treated like that too, when they both get married? Is her

marriage going to be destroyed if that‘s the case?”

“Don‘t worry. I‘m working on creating some fake memories of him and Emily. By then, he is going to

love her very dearly.”

“Really? Are you sure this is going to work?”

“My experiment will soon be a success as soon as both of them get married. So, Emily won‘t have to

wait much longer before she is going to have the happy life I’m going to give her.”

“It looks like I‘m going to have to drive Sophia away from the family to keep Arthur from ever thinking

about her again. If we don‘t put a stop to it, there is no telling when she‘ll ruin Emily‘s wedding.”

When Richard heard that, he knitted his eyebrows, thinking it was perhaps

time to remind his good friend about the imminent danger. Therefore, he decided to help Arthur win

back the heart of the woman he loved and left an anonymous note behind. When Arthur returned later,

he saw a note on the desk and picked it up to take a closer look at it. ‘Sophia is in grave danger. Please

protect her at all costs, or you‘re going to regret it!

Upon reading the note, Arthur couldn‘t help but feel stunned by the person who wrote the anonymous

note because he couldn‘t understand why Sophia would be in danger. Nevertheless, he was quickly

reminded of the strange incident that happened earlier that day when Sophia fell off the horse at the

turf club. Is someone plotting against her?

At that moment, Arthur‘s mind was flooded with images of Sophia‘s face just as he recalled something

he had just discovered earlier. I just asked. The reason Sophia will show up during my wedding is that

he is the assistant of my friend, Elliot, but why would someone take an assistant like her to the turf club

and let her ride a crazy horse? She may be dumb, but I doubt she is so foolish that she‘d put her life at

risk. At the thought of that, Arthur looked back at the note one more time, his eyebrows frowning as he

slowly began to recognize Richard‘s handwriting.

Wait a second. This looks like that fella‘s handwriting. Is this from him? Because of that, he reckoned it

was necessary to take the matter seriously, or Richard wouldn‘t have left him a warning like that so

suddenly. Well, if I‘m going to protect Sophia, I guess the only way to do that is to keep her by my side

all the time. If I can watch her all the time, she should be safe. Soon, Arthur stepped out the door and

summoned his butler, whom he ordered to arrange a room for Sophia next to his.

“Is there any specific reason, Young Master Weiss?” the butler asked in surprise.

“Nothing. I‘d like to have a word with her about something in the next few days. “Arthur finished his

words and retreated to his own room before the butler ordered the maid to tidy up the guest room next

to his. After that, he headed upstairs to fetch Sophia down to her new room.

In the meantime, Sophia was spaced out in the room, her eyes still tearful because she had just cried

for no good reason not long ago. However, the doorbell outside her room suddenly rang, whereupon

she limped toward the door and opened it. Then, she was greeted by a man in a classic suit and

curiously asked him his purpose of visit. “How may I help you?”

“Miss Sophia, we‘re getting a new room, so please pack your luggage and belongings.”

“Um. Why is that so? I‘m good with this room.” Sophia refused to impose on anyone.