Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 867

“Thank you. I’m sorry for what Angela did. I can’t believe she threw away something so important, and now she just made things ten times harder for you,” Gilbert apologized.

“She did something good, actually. She took the lipstick back for us and prevented a direct battle with the criminals. She also bought us time.. Digging things up isn’t hard,” he explained. If it were not for Angela’s switcheroo, the thieves would have completed their trade that night, and Richard and his men would have to face an even bigger danger.

Gilbert felt a little better hearing that. So she did something good?

Daphne came back with a luggage filled with clothes. She still couldn’t accept that she had to be separated from her daughter at such short notice, and she sighed. “This is her luggage, Mr. Lloyd.Can I call her before she leaves?” Daphne asked.

Richard shook his head. “Sorry. She’s under strict protection. She can’t contact the outside world for now, not even her parents.”

“Alright, enough. Don’t make this hard on him. What’s important is Angela’s safety.” Gilbert patted his wife’s shoulder.

Daphne nodded and put that thought aside.

“Mr. and Mrs. Meyers, please keep Angela’s situation a secret. Don’t tell anyone, not even your own family. Just tell them she’s studying abroad,” Richard told them.

“We’ll do that.”

Since there was nothing else to say, he told his underling to take the luggage away while he went to have a look at the yard. He told the guys there to tell him if they found anything as he needed to escort Angela to a secret base now.

The Meyers saw them off, and Gilbert said, “I almost forgot. Richard is Annie’s fiancé. He’s a brilliant lad.”

Daphne looked surprised. “So he’s the guy your father arranged for Annie?”

“Yep.”

Daphne thought Richard was great too. He was at least a thousand times better than Dexter.

At the same time, Dexter was in trouble. He was detained, since someone reported him on the suspicions of prostitution. The authorities had evidence, and he couldn’t weasel his way out.