A Crazy Night Novel

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.

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

garden, but it had been converted into a temporary

bound and discarded on the ground. She was curled

concealed her face, obscuring

mingling with the damp spots on the ground and creating meandering paths of small crimson streams. Her ankles and wrists bore scars of

periphery, keeping a watchful eye. As soon as they noticed Christina’s arrival, they greeted her in perfect

fetched a chair

the chair and told Lyle, “Take a look at

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

Anya had to endure before Christina came to see

crouched down and nudged her. Then, he put his hand near

not in any life–threatening

I have

to bring a pail of cold water from the outside to pour onto

freezing!” Anya was jolted back to consciousness by the icy water. She squired her feeble frame as she desperately tried to evade the chilling pool of

her collar and dragged her toward Christina. “Behave yourself and

adorned in clean and expensive garments as she sat before

b*tch! How dare you torment me like this? Even if I die, I won’t spare

attempting to break free, but Lyle held her firmly in

though she was only steps away from Christina, those few steps felt like thousands of miles apart, and

it’s me who won’t spare you,” Christina said, her voice dripping

of blood at Christina before barking out crazed laughter. “You’re nothing but a coward, Christina! You’re always hiding behind Nathaniel while you flaunt your