Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 2567

Come on, let’s go back for lunch.” “Alright, Uncle!” Tony nodded. The convoy, led by Roy, was already ready. Since they were heading to Flintstone Estate, which wasn’t too far away, only two security vehicles accompanied them.

Imogen looked out from her dorm’s floor-to- ceiling window, watching the two cars departing from the Flintstone Residence. A strong sense of loss welled up within her. She believed that one day, she, too, would become an indispensable part of Zacharias’ life.

Shirley sat beside Zacharias in the car, feeling more relaxed since they were only out for a meal. After about half an hour, the convoy entered the Flintstone Estate’s courtyard. It was an older area with no tall buildings around, so it exuded a serene atmosphere, free from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Shirley stepped out of the car, and Zacharias turned to her, saying, “Let’s go! I’ll show you around my room.” Shirley appeared calm on the surface, but deep down, she felt a growing sense of anticipation. She was surprised to find herself eager to learn more about this man.

“Grandpa Josef!” Tony called out as he walked into the hall, where Josef emerged. “Tony, you’ve come too.” Shirley immediately greeted Josef. “Hello, Old Mr. Flintstone.” “Miss Lloyd, welcome to our home. Please come inside.” “You’re too kind, sir,” Shirley said. Josef’s overly enthusiastic welcome made her somewhat bashful.

“Dad, I’ll take care of her,” Zacharias said. Old Mr. Flintstone nodded, and Tony said, “Grandpa Josef, let’s play chess. There’s still some time before lunch is ready, right?” “Do you think you can beat me?” “Well, I’ve come to learn from you, haven’t I?” Tony said and headed toward a side room where a chessboard was always set up.

Meanwhile, Zacharias took Shirley’s hand as they headed upstairs. Out of panic, Shirley attempted to pull her hand away, but Zacharias held it tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. So, she could only let him lead her upstairs.

“Zacharias, let go of me. I can walk on my own.” she whispered. Once they reached the second floor, Zacharias released her hand and walked toward his bedroom door. He opened it and invited her in, saying, “Come in! Let me show you around.” Shirley entered. She used to think her father had the most trophies in his room, but now it was Zacharias’. On a long table, there were trophies of various sizes that he had won. On the wall, there was a photo wall featuring pictures of him from childhood to adulthood. Shirley admired the photos, but suddenly, her breath caught in her throat.