NIGHT OF DESTINY NOVEL BY VANESSA K - Season 3 Episode 52

“Francis, I heard you were so upset that you ended up in the hospital, so I’ve come to visit!” The man

entered the ward with a fake smile on his face.

When Francis saw him, his face instantly turned scarlet as he bellowed, “What a despicable man you

are, Lawrence Clavell! You think I’m an easy target, right? Leave this place at once!”

Anastasia instantly became alert. As she looked at the well-dressed middle-aged man in front of her,

she could tell that this man was up to no good. When she saw how her father reacted to his visit, she

assumed that he was the acquirer of her father’s company.

“Tsk, Francis, why are you still struggling at this point? Leave the company to us, and you can retire in

peace!” The man looked kind, but he was mocking her father in actuality.

“Get out. I’m not going to negotiate with people like you. You can’t take my company away from me.”

Francis’ chest was heaving, obviously angered by Lawrence’s words.

“I don’t care who you are, but please leave my father’s ward.”

“Whoa, there! This must be your daughter! What a beauty!” Lawrence looked at Anastasia with a hint of

lewdness in his eyes. One could tell with a glance that he looked like those perverted old men on the

streets.

Under his scrutinizing gaze, Anastasia felt goosebumps forming on her skin while she dismissed him

coldly by saying, “Please leave.”

“What’s the rush, beautiful? I’m just here to have a little chat with your father before I go.”

Lawrence then looked at Francis and gloated, “Look how the tables have turned! The company will

finally be in my hands. Read the room, Francis. You should be enjoying life after working so hard all

these years. Just give up on your company already! It’ll be beneficial for the both of us, after all.”

Once again, Francis was so furious that his chest started heaving. When she saw that her father was

enraged, Anastasia recalled the doctor mentioning not to get him too emotional, or else it would trigger

a full-blown heart attack. In the end, she couldn’t hold back her anger and picked up the fruit knife on

the table. “I told you to leave! Do you hear me?!” she threatened.

Lawrence was instantly frightened upon seeing this, so his assistant quickly held on to him.

“Whoa! You have a feisty daughter right here! It’s not a bad thing to have such an overbearing stance

at a young age. I like you,” Lawrence remarked while tossing Anastasia a smug look.

Anastasia felt disgusted by him, but she didn’t know how to handle this kind of person.

“Get out.” Anastasia took another step forward. Before Lawrence left, he didn’t forget to provoke her

father by saying, “Francis, I’ve said whatever I want to say. Don’t push me into a tight spot!”

After saying that, he glanced at Anastasia and continued, “I heard that you have two daughters. If both

are equally beautiful, I’m sure many people will be interested in them, heh.”

Anastasia went over to shut the door, but Francis was still trembling from anger as he shouted, “Even if

I die, I will never leave my company to a b*stard like him!”

“Calm down, Dad. You have to take care of your heart!” Anastasia quickly went over to calm her father

down.

“Do you think I can hand him the company? I’d rather beg Elliot to help us than let this b*stard acquire

my company! Anastasia, can you promise me that you’ll ask President Presgrave for help, please? We

need him to save us no matter what this time.” Francis was so anxious that he held both Anastasia’s

hands, wanting her to promise him.

Anastasia was stunned for a few seconds, unable to give her father a reply.

However, Francis looked at her with a desperate gaze and begged, “I’m aware that you know President

Presgrave personally. Can you please promise me that you’ll ask for his help?”

Anastasia felt bitter. How could she tell her father about her difficulties?

She knew that Elliot would help her if she asked. After all, he once promised her that he would help her

father. However, she had already drawn a line between the both of them the night before yesterday.

If she were to ask for his assistance now, it wasn’t about her feelings of embarrassment, but rather her

pride and dignity.

“If you can’t promise me this, I’ll make the call myself. I know you might feel embarrassed to ask

because you’re still young, but to me, my pride doesn’t matter anymore.” After letting go of her hands,

Francis realized he couldn’t put his hopes on his daughter anymore. At the end of the day, she was still

a young woman.