Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

g the passing countryside with a nonchalant gaze, Tyrone felt his anticipation to confront the V. woman that had been bolling his blood was now simmering down to a calculative coolness. He needed to strategize on how to deal with her, and he couldn’t just let his anger dissipate into thin air.

After another half hour drive, he was almost at the shooting location when his phone buzzed again. He had no intention of answering, but a glance at the caller ID made him pick up- it was James. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Hello,” he answered casually

James stuttered over the line, “Mr. York. Miss Young, she took the 6.10 AM flight back to Emberbrook.” Tyrone was lost for words

Four hours passed, and James was at the Emberbrook airport waiting to pick up Tyrone.

Despite having not slept all night and having driven for over five hours, Tyrone looked surprisingly fresh, save for the slight redness in his eyes. His demeanor was composed, and his features were set in an icy detachment.

James rushed over to him, “Sir. Since you’ve not slept all night, you’d better head home to rest. I’ve arranged for your car to be shipped back by our local branch. It’ll arrive soon.”

The news of Quintessa’s return to Emberbrook had hit him like a ton of bricks at dawn. James had nearly broken down while booking the earliest flight for Tyrone, who had now returned.

The whole ordeal of the night still baffled James, even now.

Since Tyrone had taken over as president, James seldom called him ‘sir, but the sight of Tyrone morning had made the term slip out involuntarily.

Once in the car, Tyrone shut his eyes and instructed, “Take me to Harmony Retreat.”

Without protest, James replied, “Yes, sir.”

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Harmony Retreat was none other than the current residence of the troublesome Ms. Quintessa Young. Upon arrival, the security guard questioned them briefly. James said smoothly. “We’re friends of Ms. Young from apartment 9-2-17, here to take her out for lunch.”

With the details James provided, the guard let them in: “Alright, go on through

Reaching the building, Tyrone had his eyes snap open.

“Give me your phone. Wait for me here.”

James hesitantly handed over his phone, while his heart was pounding with unease. He felt something wasn’t right with Tyrone, and without his phone, he couldn’t even dial for help if needed. As Tyrone stepped out of the car and into the building, James remained worried about the potential for trouble.

Tyrone entered the elevator and dialed a number casually.

Quintessa had spent the week shooting her scenes, which went relatively smoothly despite some friction with the cast and unsavory hints from the assistant director. She had gritted her teeth and carried on.

With a few days off from the set, and with Director Cooper’s new project starting, she had returned home.

She was packing her things when her phone rang with an unfamiliar number. Hesitating for a moment, she

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answered, “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

Recognizing Tyrone’s voice, Quintessa paused and checked the number, then she clenched her teeth and spoke as calmly as possible, “Out shooting.”

Tyrone’s voice was relaxed, “Is that so? Because I’m here to settle the two nights you owe me.”

Quintessa failed to catch the threat, her eyebrow arching, “You planning on taking care of it over the phone?”

Stepping out of the elevator, Tyrone played along. “Sure, start by calling out for me.”