A Crazy Night (Nathaniel and Christina) novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689 Fate Is In Your Hands

Victoria would not reject Christina’s request, evidently. “Tell me what it is, and I’ll do my best to fulfill it.”

“I heard that one of your friends has opened a legal firm in Hallsbay. I’m hoping that your friend can meet with Mrs. Lazuli,” Christina started. “If Mrs. Lazuli asks why, just tell her that I’m inviting her to enjoy a free but fascinating live broadcast.”

Victoria thought that Christina’s request would be harder to fulfill than that, so she was surprised. Nevertheless, she swiftly agreed to it.“This is too simple. No problem. I’ll call my lawyer friend and have him look for Mrs. Lazuli right away. It won’t delay your plans.”

Victoria could mostly guess why Christina was doing this, but she was not a gossipmonger, so she knew not to ask for further details.

Christina gave her a smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re too polite with me, Christina. My matters with Sebastian have troubled you quite a lot, and I’m afraid I’ll still need you and Mr. Hadley to intervene every once in a while in the future,” Victoria said. She knew that she could not deal with the entire Lesley family alone.

However, things would be different if Nathaniel was involved.

You’re my junior, and Mr. Taggart is Nathaniel’s right–hand man. We’re practically family, so there’s no way we’re just going to sit on our hands for this. You shouldn’t worry too much about this. All problems have answers.”

Christina’s words were like a cool breeze in the hot desert, blowing away the frustrations in Victoria’s heart.

“I’ll contact you later,” she said before leaving.

“Stay safe, Christina. I’ll be waiting for your call.” Victoria took a few steps back and watched Christina’s car leave. Then, she lowered her head and called her friend. “Hey, there’s something I need your help with…‘

Meanwhile, Anya was imprisoned in a winery belonging to Nathaniel, which was situated on the outskirts. The winery’s central structure, a majestic villa, emitted an air of ageless allure, boasting opulent and lavish medieval Western aesthetics that added a dash of enigmatic fascination to the estate.

The vehicle cruised down a straight and spacious boulevard lined with towering plane trees, gradually making its way into the estate.

With Lyle’s guidance, Christina came to a glasshouse. It was empty on the inside, but a floral scent lingered.

Perhaps it used to be a garden, but it had been converted into a temporary prison for Anya.

-Anya was bound and discarded on the ground. She was curled into herself like a caterpillar. Her

disheveled hair concealed her face, obscuring it from Christina’s view.

Blood oozed beneath Anya’s body, mingling with the damp spots on the ground and creating meandering paths of small crimson streams. Her ankles and wrists bore scars of different severity.

Some black–clad bodyguards stood vigilantly at the periphery, keeping a watchful eye. As soon as they noticed Christina’s arrival, they greeted her in perfect synchronization and tactfully withdrew from the

scene.

Lyle, mindful of Christina’s physical well–being, fetched a chair for her to sit on.

Christina took a seat on the chair and told Lyle, “Take a look at her condition.”

There was no part of Anya’s body that had gone unharmed, and her clothes were tainted with bloodstains in several areas. Yet, upon closer inspection, one could discern that she was wearing fresh garments, for certain parts of the clothes remained surprisingly pristine.

From that, it was evident how harrowing the ordeal Anya had to endure before Christina came to see her.

When Lyle approached the wounded woman, he crouched down and nudged her. Then, he put his hand near her nostrils to feel for any signs of breathing.

“Mrs. Hadley, she’s not in any life–threatening danger.”

“Wake her. I have things to ask her.”