Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York and Tyrone's faces darkened. But before they could say anything, Quintessa, with a smile, said, "Unsavory practices, they're everywhere, right? It seems like there are even more in the workplace. People like Ms. Nydia, who have climbed to such a position at a young age, must have faced doubts about unsavory practices? Of course, I'm not pointing fingers at you, don't take it personally." Nydia's expression turned icy: "Of course not, I'm not part of your acting world, you guys."

Quintessa cut her off: "Neither have I, because I've got the York Financial Group behind me. My boss is here, who would dare target me? Even if that was the case, it would be me doing the targeting, right?" She turned to Tyrone with a smile: "Isn't that right, boss?"

Tyrone recalled that night and his ears turned red. He cleared his throat, "Absolutely, as an artist under the York Financial Group, who would dare? If you wanna target someone, just target me instead."

The two flaunted their affection without a care for those around.

Quintessa pushed him slightly, then turned to say, "I thought people like Ms. Nydia wouldn't care about the gossip and scandals of the entertainment world. But if you're really curious, I could share some." Nydia's lips twitched. Coming from her background, reputation was everything. Continuing this topic would only prove Quintessa's statement that she was a gossip-monger.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

The atmosphere turned tense. Mrs. Harrington quickly said, "The dishes are all served, let's not stand on ceremony. Except for Ms. Young, we're all old friends here. Don't feel out of place, Ms. Young." Quintessa gave Mrs. Harrington a complicated look. Why did she always feel like Mrs. Harrington was subtly targeting her? Singling her out as an outsider, an invisible exclusion!

Tyrone smiled slightly, "Please don't worry; she's got me."

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At the dinner table, aside from Mrs. Harrington encouraging everyone to eat and Serena's laughter, no one else spoke much.

However, Quintessa's plate was piled high. Everyone around her kept adding more to her plate without her having to lift a finger. Quintessa kept her head down, eating without tasting anything, her eyes teary.

Mrs. York pinched Quintessa's arm, "Eat more, how did you get so thin?"

She nodded, "Hmm."

"Bro, why have you been so quiet today? Is something on your mind?" asked Serena.

Alexander showed a hint of fatigue, "Nothing, just thinking about a case."

Serena pouted, "We finally get together for a meal, and stop thinking about it Try this, your favorite stuffed bell pepper, see if it's as good as you remember."

"Only you two siblings have such a

great relationship," Mrs. Harrington said laughing. "Serena came back saying she wanted to be Ms. Young's assistant, and was quite upset when you refused scolded her right away. I've spoiled her too much, she's too blunt and thoughtless. She really shouldn't bother Ms. Young, given your line of work usually involves matters that can't be made public. Serena is not cut out for it, I've lectured her already. Ms. Young, please don't mind."

Mrs. York bit her fork hard, rolling her eyes. Looking for trouble, huh? She put down her er fork) "Kdon't quite follow your words. What do you you be your mean by 'secrets that can't be made public"? My son always calls me

dumb, can you explain more clearly?"

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