Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Kc paused, then let out a dry chuckle, “Bro, we’re civilized folks, right? We can’t just go ‘round robbing people in broad daylight. When’s the last time we pulled that kinda stunt?”

Tyrone gave him a look, “Did I say anything about a holdup?”

Kevin smirked knowingly, “Gotcha, I’ll handle it on the down low. Trust me, it’s as good as ours.”

Tyrone waved him off, and Kevin, with a roll of his eyes, stood up.

He lingered in the doorway, not quite ready to leave, “Hey, I heard some dame’s got you all twisted up. Spill the beans, who is she? I’ll take care of her for you.”

A chill flickered in Tyrone’s eyes. “You think this is your fight?”

If anyone was going to handle it, it would be him, personally.

“Sorry, I overstepped,” Kevin quickly made himself scarce.

As Kevin stepped out, he saw James, clutching a folder, was about to enter. He couldn’t help but throw out

a friendly warning, “He’s in a foul temper, just so you know.”

James shot him an annoyed glance, “When’s the last time you saw the boss in a good mood?”

Kevin thought for a moment, “Can’t remember.”

James took a deep breath and knocked before entering.

“Mr. York.”

He greeted him and placed the folder on the desk.

Tyrone flipped it open, and glanced at it leisurely, “What’s she been up to these past few days?”

Ever since that night, Quintessa hadn’t reached out to Tyrone again.

James knew exactly who Tyrone was referring to, though he was unaware that Quintessa had already set off for Zion City. “Nothing much, just holed up in her apartment.”

Tyrone sneered, “Playing it cool, huh? Tell Laura to delay that investment. When she’s out of roles to play, let’s see how long she can keep her cool.”

Tyrone thought after they’d both been part of something so dark that night, she would reach out to him. But she was proving to be tough as nails.

James hesitated before voicing his concern, “Mr. York, don’t you think you’re spending too much time on Ms. Quintessa Young?”

Without looking up, Tyrone scrawled his signature on the document, “You sure do talk a lot for someone who’s supposedly so busy.”

His signature was as bold as his personality.

But this time, as James watched, the signature seemed to tremble with a barely contained rage, each stroke like a blade etched across the page.

“Sorry, I spoke out of turn,” James quickly apologized.

Tyrone tossed the pen aside, aware that he had been fixating on Quintessa more than usual.

But that feeling is something that others couldn’t understand, that even he himself couldn’t fathom.

It was a kind of feeling that if he couldn’t have her, he’d be unsettled for life, left with a regret that would gnaw at him forever.

Quintessa, Quintessa. Her name, along with her very being, was becoming an obsession, a demon in his mind that he had to conquer, to hold in his grasp to exorcize that demon. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Let her stew. When she’s backed into a corner, she’ll come crawling,” Tyrone said evenly. “Be ready to tell Shirley to prep for a business trip tomorrow.”

“Right away!”

A week later, Tyrone returned from his business trip.

After a night’s rest at home, the next day he was back at the office.

James stood before Tyrone, trembling, not daring to move an inch.

Tyrone was framed against the backdrop of a vast floor–to–ceiling window; the morning sunlight streamed in and cast an ethereal glow on his striking face, which bore an expression of chilling beauty.

He narrowed his eyes, and the icy twist of his lips seemed capable of freezing the entire City. He spoke slowly, “So what you’re telling me is that she hasn’t made a single move this whole week.”

James hurriedly replied, “A week ago, Ms. Young started a new film project. Currently she’s acting in Zion City”