Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Snow was absolutely livid, swearing under his breath. "Seriously?!"

He'd had several run-ins with Tyrone before, but Snow had never really made a big deal out of it.

Firstly, Snow knew Tyrone was out of his league in terms of capabilities. Sometimes, it just wasn't worth the hassle over trivial matters.

Secondly, Snow thought, why bother at all?

But this time, Snow couldn't hold back. Tyrone was clearly picking a fight. And now that Snow had set his sights on Quintessa, there was no reason to step aside for Tyrone. After all, is there such a thing as friendly rivals?

Snow smirked, saying, "Mr. York, we're all adults here. Why stoop to such childish antics?" RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Tyrone's lips curled into a devilish smile. "Indeed, it's very adult of me to just hit your car."

Snow was at a loss for words. So, if they weren't adults, Tyrone would've gone after him personally, not just his car.

Snow felt at a loss for words to describe his current state of mind. He'd been in the entertainment industry for a decade and had met all sorts of people. But this level of brazen shamelessness was rare. Snow nodded silently, "Mr. York, if you're a real man, come at me directly. What's this sneaky behavior about?"

Tyrone looked at Snow as if he were an idiot. "Isn't hitting your car upfront enough for you?"

Snow patted his waist, and cursed under his breath for not bringing a knife with him today.

Tyrone glanced at the time, knowing the cops would be here soon. "I'll have someone deliver the compensation to your studio later. Goodbye. We'll have plenty of time for a direct confrontation later. We'll talk next time."

With that, Tyrone stepped on the gas, leaving Snow in a cloud of exhaust.

Snow felt like that he had definitely picked a bad day to step out. He turned to look at his new car, which he had bought specifically to impress Quintessa, now reduced to scrap metal. The fire in his chest refused to die down. How could Tyrone be so shameless?

But this was just the tip of the iceberg in terms of Tyrone's shamelessness.

Tyrone pulled out his phone and made a call. Before Snow could figure out what to do next, he found himself surrounded by a crowd of over enthusiastic fans in the middle of the street.

He was trapped there for over an hour before the cops finally came to his rescue.

Back at the office, Tyrone tossed his car keys on the table and called for James.

James walked in nervously, sensing Tyrone was in a slightly better mood.

"Mr. York, what can I do for you?"

Without looking up, Tyrone said, "I accidentally hit Snow's car. Go ahead and deliver the compensation to him."

James was stunned. The boss was showing kindness to his rival by offering compensation? That wasn't his usual style.

With doubts swirling in his head, James nodded, "Alright, I'll take care of it."

As he turned to leave, he heard Tyrone add, "Wait, convert the entire amount into coins."

James almost choked. Coins?

He turned back cautiously, "Um, how much was his car worth?"

Tyrone replied dismissively, "Just a small SUV,

Give him $200,000. I can't let.

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James felt like dropping to his knees. Boss, are you kidding? $200,000 in coins?