Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

slowly turned around, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s. “Acting?”

Tyrone s

James stuttered, “I mean that TV show role that got snatched away. Ms. Quintessa Young snagged it

again.”

James had dug up the details; it seemed like a classic case of two dogs fighting for a bone, and a third walking away with it. But something felt off to him. He’d sent people to investigate, and it wouldn’t be long before he’d know the full story.

Tyrone’s face was a mask of cool indifference, but inside, he was seething. Anytime Quintessa’s name came up, it set him on edge.

A smirk curled on Tyrone’s lips. “Impressive. I underestimated her.”

He thought that he could keep Quintessa under his thumb, and that she’d come crawling to him for help to boost her career if she had no connections. But she was craftier than he’d given her credit for.

After all, for a woman capable of anything, even murder and mayhem, what couldn’t she do?

Three years ago, when Quintessa was arrested, he waited for her to come begging. Instead, she walked free on her own terms.

Now, three years later, he thought she’d lost all allure, but she’d only become more enchanting and more elusive.

It was like a repeat of the past; he waited for her to need him, but she clearly didn’t.

That itch in Tyrone’s mind, that restless agitation, was maddening.

He felt like being the hunter on the prowl, while Quintessa was the elusive prey he was determined to

capture.

His dark eyes flashed with ruthlessness. “How did she land that role?” Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

James confessed, “It went down like this: Miranda caught wind of Zenobia’s affair with Jerome. She went to Zenobia’s and gave her a piece of her mind, landing Zenobia in the hospital. The Young family applied pressure, so Zenobia’s role was scrapped. That’s when the director thought of Ms. Quintessa Young again.”

After hearing the story, Tyrone scoffed, full of disdain. “Do you really believe she had no hand in this?”

James replied, “Honestly, no.”

Tyrone adjusted his tie. “Keep tabs on Quintessa, and book me a flight to Zion City for tomorrow.”

James was shocked. Was his boss really planning to chase her down to Zion City?

He wanted to advise against it, but seeing the fierce determination in Tyrone’s eyes, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Understood.”

That night, Tyrone was in a foul mood, but his childhood friend Alexander Harrington, usually abroad, called to say he was back in town.

Tyrone: “I thought you settled in Serenitia?”

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10.21

“I’m back to find someone. If I succeed, I’ll return,” Alexander’s voice had a tinge of melancholy and regret.

“Who?”

“Let’s talk about it when I find them.”

“Alright, I won’t pry. Since you’re back, let’s meet at Luxe Haven Club for a welcome back bash.”

Late into the night at Luxe Haven Club, Mr. York, surrounded by the elite of Emberbrook, was still wearing a thunderous face.

Finally, Alexander couldn’t take it anymore. “C’mon, we haven’t met each other for ages, and you can’t even crack a smile?”

Since sitting down, Tyrone hadn’t given a single smile, and remained a chilly aura. The girls who had been. pampering him with massages and attention had all been sent away.

MEX

Kevin shook his head. “Our Mr. York has been in this mood for days now. It’s killing me.”