Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone's mood was still boiling with frustration. He couldn't stand Quintessa's carefree attitude, how she seemed to disregard her own wellbeing, investing her energy into nothing but her work and vendettas. This side of Quintessa infuriated Tyrone, yet he was at a loss on how to effect any change. So, there he stood, outside the door, pondering. Perhaps, he thought, once he figured it all out, he could step in. Manny's lips twitched, "Maybe it's best not to go in right now."

Manny was about to enter, but glancing back at Tyrone, he had an idea and stepped back, "Mr. York, you might not be aware, but Quinn's recent fainting spell was the result of someone deliberately targeting her."

Tyrone's expression turned icy, "Explain. Now."

Manny hurriedly recounted the conversation he overheard outside the props room, painting a vivid picture for Tyrone.

"That's the gist of it. Crystal and Leona, they're just too vile. I mean, everyone seems nice on the surface, but their true colors are just dark. Quinn never did anything to hurt them, yet here they are, plotting against her and slandering her name."

Manny was indignant; recalling the exchange between Leona and Crystal filled him with rage.

Tyrone exhaled his cigarette smoke, crushing the butt underfoot, "Keep an eye on her and don't let her get out. Make sure she doesn't find out about this."

Tyrone turned to leave. Manny, puzzled, called after him, "Where are you headed?"

Tyrone didn't reply, his strides quick and determined. He might have held back from dealing with Quintessa directly, but he had no such reservations about others.

There was only one person allowed to mess with Quintessa - himself. And although he rarely got the upper hand, the thought of anyone else daring to touch what was his, well, they were begging for trouble; otherwise, it'd be a waste of his accumulated devilish reputation.

Tyrone stormed onto the set, confronting the director, "With the weather this hot, let's not bother shooting today."

Director Frost frowned, "We can't do that, Mr. York. Renting this studio space costs us daily, and we need to stay on schedule for the promotion and premiere." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Tyrone replied coolly, "How much are you spending a day? I'll double it. Take a break today."

"This isn't about the money; it's about the..."

Tyrone cut him off, "Would you rather not shoot today, or not at all in the future?"

That silenced Director Frost, "Pack it up, everyone. That's a wrap for today."

Tyrone's voice was icy, "The actresses who were in the group scene with Quintessa today, stay. Everyone else, they're dismissed."

The director paused, puzzled by the request.

Tyrone smiled, "Did I not make myself clear?"

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intentions to avenge Quintessa, "Mr. York, I'm not sure what you're planning but this could affect the production and release schedule." This would have some major influence on Quinn. It's her debut

series; it's crucial for her career."

Tyrone gave him a sidelong glance, "I'm well aware; no need to remind me."

Seeing that further discussion was futile - after all, Tyrone was the boss, the man with the money - Director Frost waved his hand in resignation, signaling the end of the day's work.

As the crew dispersed, only those few actresses who had conspired against Quintessa remained. Tyrone surveyed them. These were the wretches responsible for

Quintessa's ordeal.