Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Violet rolled her eyes, “Oh please, as if I don’t know you. All talk, no action. You’re light–years away from those starlets who silently bed their way through the entire crew. If Snow really wanted to get with you, you’d flirt back just enough to keep him interested, then ditch him after the music video’s shot.”

A flicker of warmth passed through Quintessa’s heart as she nodded, “Got it.”

Back at her dingy apartment, Quintessa was too exhausted to even flick on the lights. She kicked off her shoes and slumped onto the couch, her cellphone taken from her bag clattering onto the coffee table. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

The more Tyrone was itching to get her into bed, the more she was determined not to make it easy for him. A small investment in some indie web series? She hadn’t even begun to reap the rewards.

Quintessa wasn’t just any easy lay. She felt exhausted; her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts – the two–faced Young family, her mother’s last days, and the role Jerome had snatched from her.

She had so much to do!

James lingered outside the door for a prolonged period, hesitating to enter. The door wasn’t shut tight; slivers of light escaped into the hallway.

The manager from Luxe Haven Club prodded him, “James, just go in. Standing here isn’t going to solve anything.”

James leaned against the wall, “You don’t understand.”

The boss had sent him to pick her up, and he’d come back empty–handed. How was he supposed to explain?

The manager clapped him on the shoulder, “We all gotta face the music sometime.”

James cradled his forehead, wishing to delay the inevitable.

“If you don’t get in there, you might as well go keep Franklin company,” Tyrone’s voice called out from the room, and the next second, James had pushed the door and stepped inside, the speed unprecedentedly swift.

James saw Tyrone with a glass in hand, gulping nervously, unable to meet his gaze, “Mr. York, I failed to bring Ms. Young. I’m sorry.”

No one could shine like Tyrone. Even in silence, he was a living masterpiece, a sight that could captivate any onlooker.

But only James knew how stunning – and dangerous – this man could be. In mere seconds, beads of sweat formed on James’s forehead.

Tyrone remained silent, his expression unchanging as he gently swirled his wine glass, savoring the drink. The wine’s hue was like the finest gemstone, its brilliance enhanced by the elegance of his well– defined hands.

The room was meticulously arranged – luxuriously opulent, romantically charged, and spotless, perfect for a date.

Tyrone looked utterly relaxed, seemingly harmless, “Huh, so she really didn’t show,”

Upon hearing it, James asked cautiously, “You knew she won’t come?”

Tyrone took a sip of his wine, “She’s just playing games, trying to bait me. Well, I’m game.”

Quintessa wouldn’t have come so easily.

James breathed a sigh of relief, “Mr. York, Sean wants to dig into Matthew’s car accident privately.”

“He’s got too much free time. Stir up some trouble at the company for him.”

“Will do.”

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Tyrone set down his glass and grabbed his coat, heading out.

“Don’t touch anything in this room. Have it cleaned daily.”

Because, sooner or later, he would have his use for it. A devilish glint flashed in Tyrone’s eyes. He was determined to have Quintessa in this room; otherwise, all her scheming would be a waste.

Quintessa had succeeded – she had fully ignited his desire to conquer. The game had only just begun!