Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362 The Real Killer

While they were on their way, Elliot and his men would continuously tune into the information and directions given by the bodyguards who were tracking Anastasia and her kidnappers. Right now, all Elliot could do was pray for her safe return. The thought of what those kidnappers might do to her while she lay helpless in the car brought an ominous gleam to his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to catch up to that van and kill those kidnappers with his bare hands.

Even though they were accelerating at full speed, he still felt like they were going too slow for comfort. If Riley so much as touched a single hair on Anastasia’s head, he vowed that he would blast them all to kingdom come.

Presently, Anastasia was slowly coming to her senses as she lay on the ground in an abandoned house somewhere. A sack had been pulled over her head, and she could see nothing but darkness, though she did pick up the sounds of footsteps and people talking around her.

She struggled to break free of her restraints as she let out muffled cries. “Mmph!”

“Stop struggling. Miss Tillman. There’s no way you’re getting out of here alive,” said a weathered male voice.

For some reason, she found the voice extremely familiar, but she couldn’t match a face to it.

“You’re just like your mother, scrambling to die by my hands,” drawled a cold voice close to her ear.

Upon hearing this, Anastasia froze. My mother? Why did this man bring up my mother all of a sudden? Who is he? Judging by his words, he could very well have been my mother’s killer all those years ago. Who is he? Who the hell is he?

These thoughts clamored in her headspace, but just as panic and adrenaline filled her, the man spoke up once more. “Would you like to know more about your mother before you die, Miss Tillman? She could have actually escaped death all those years ago.” There was mock sympathy in his tone as he added, “Do you know who really killed your mother?”

Anastasia was still trembling with fear, but when she heard this, her fear was intermingled with curiosity. She was desperate, she realized, to learn the truth of her mother’s death.

“The actual person who killed your mother is none other than Old Madam Presgrave!” the man said insidiously, his voice loud and clear.