Night of Destiny

After breaking free from the bodyguard’s grip, Shirley insisted, “I want to go inside.”

Seeing that he couldn’t hold her back, the bodyguard decided not to insist further since Shirley was also a member of the security team. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Entering the lecture hall, she was met with a central hall filled with nearly five hundred people. The audience was already seated, and the security team was in action, with Roy and Imogen standing on either side of Zacharias.

Shirley walked into the hall and positioned herself on the left side of the stage, right next to Imogen. Imogen’s gaze landed on her, and at that moment, Imogen felt a rush of satisfaction.

She was indeed enveloped in Zacharias’ radiant aura as she stood beside him as if the entire world was focused on her. The sense of being in the spotlight was strong.

Shirley’s gaze also swept across the people in the audience. She hoped Zacharias would deliver a successful speech and return home.

After the chairman’s impassioned opening speech, Zacharias walked up to the stage amidst enthusiastic applause. His tall figure and commanding presence gave him a kingly aura as he stood there.

The photographers in the audience went crazy capturing him, and various reporters aimed their microphones at him. He spoke in a deep, powerful voice.

“Thank you very much for your patience,” he began, and the previously lively hall suddenly fell silent. Shirley raised her head to watch the composed and powerful man deliver his speech, exuding a convincing charisma.

Shirley’s heart suddenly raced uncontrollably, no longer calm. She lowered her head to feel her rapidly beating heart and her slightly quickened breath. What was happening to her? Still, she knew it was all related to the man on the stage, the one making her heart race.

She immediately shook off these thoughts and focused her gaze on the audience, ready to detect any potential dangers that might arise.

As Zacharias’ speech drew to a close, suddenly, an elderly woman pulled out a bouquet of flowers. She stood up and walked out from the audience, catching the attention of Shirley and everyone else. She was holding a walking stick in one hand and flowers in the other. Shirley approached her, saying, “Ma’am, let me help you up.”

“No need. I want to give a bouquet to Mr. Vice President as a token of my appreciation,” the elderly lady said with a smile.

Zacharias had been about to leave the stage, but upon seeing someone presenting him with flowers, especially an elderly woman, he smiled and remained where he was. Imogen noticed Shirley’s reaction, and they exchanged glances, with Shirley nodding in acknowledgment.

Imogen also nodded slightly. The elderly lady finally reached Zacharias, holding the bouquet and smiling. She said, “On behalf of all of us, I want to thank you for leading us. This bouquet is for you.”

Zacharias reached out to accept the flowers and said politely, “Thank you, ma’am.”

However, right then, a glint of cold steel flashed as the elderly lady suddenly brandished a dagger concealed within her walking stick, aiming it at Zacharias’ heart.

Imogen acted swiftly, grabbing the lady’s hand, and Roy immediately positioned himself between Zacharias and the assailant.

“Don’t hurt her,” Zacharias commanded sternly.

Imogen quickly devised a plan in her mind. She could have disarmed the elderly lady, but during the lady’s struggle, she purposefully loosened her grip, allowing the lady to withdraw the knife. The lady continued to advance toward Zacharias, and at that moment, Imogen shielded him with her back. The lady’s knife slashed Imogen’s shoulder, and Roy kicked the weapon away, shouting, “Seize her.”

“You killed my son. It’s you who killed my son. I want revenge for my son. I want you to accompany my son in death.” The previously kindly-looking lady turned extremely malicious. She glared at Zacharias, cursing him with hatred, “You will rot in hell, and you will meet a terrible end.”

Shirley had already stepped onto the stage, and her hand suddenly held onto Zacharias. She appeared anxious as she said, “Come with me.”