Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa was so angry she was almost laughing, but she managed to keep a smile plastered on her face, her palm resting on Tyrone’s chest, “Oh yeah, I’m dying to see you in action, to see just how much of a man you really are.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Tyrone responded, “I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”

Their blatant banter made even the most seasoned veterans in the room shift

uncomfortably.

Tyrone’s eyes darkened, his arm tightening around Quintessa’s waist.

Even Violet, who wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, could see that there was no real chemistry between these two. There had to be another angle to it, and she was determined to find out.

“Sorry, Mr. York.” Violet interjected, “Quinn’s new here; doesn’t know any better. I’ll have a word with her later.”

“Quinn, look at yourself; get up now.”

Tyrone shot Violet a chilling glance that made her feel as if her hair was standing on end.

She had been in the show biz for years and had seen all sorts of characters. Even those who had played kings time and again didn’t have such an intimidating presence.

Tyrone didn’t let go, but Quintessa smirked, her fingers sliding down to his wrist and then one by one prying his fingers off.

Standing up, Quintessa turned and smiled apologetically at the stunned Director Cooper and the others, “Excuse me, I have to step out for a moment.”

Violet hurriedly escorted Quintessa out. They didn’t go far. The hallway was empty, and Violet asked immediately, “Do you have some kind of beef with Tyrone? Did you know

each other before?”

Violet offered Quintessa a cigarette from her pack. What Violet didn’t know was that the jerk who had taken advantage of Quintessa that night was none other than Tyrone himself.

Lighting the cigarette, Quintessa took a drag and exhaled a perfect ring of smoke, replying, “A little bit.”

Violet could tell from Quintessa’s angry yet restrained expression that their entanglement was anything but simple.

“Emotional entanglement?”

Quintessa laughed, her hand trembling with the cigarette between her fingers, ash crumbling down, “Emotional? Violet, you give me too much credit. If I had emotional

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entanglement with the CEO of the York Financial Group, do you think I’d be in this mess?

Quintessa was more anxious than anyone could imagine. Two years ago, she had met Violet while traveling abroad, and Violet thought she had what it took to make it in showbiz.

So, upon returning home, the plan was to establish her career and then deal with the Young family.

But now, everything was going wrong. There was no telling if she would make it big or not, and what about her revenge? Quintessa couldn’t stand it any longer.

Upon hearing her words, Violet realized that if Quintessa really had any connection with Tyrone, she wouldn’t be in such dire straits. She would have been on the fast track to success, not lacking resources.

Remembering the things Tyrone had said and done to Quintessa, Violet felt a surge of disgust. She suspected that Tyrone had deliberately tried to embarrass Quintessa.

What kind of man, especially one of power and influence, would stoop to humiliate a woman? Although Violet didn’t dare cross Tyrone, she mentally tagged him as a jerk.

She took a bitter drag from her cigarette, “Why is your luck so rotten? You come back home, finally land a couple of auditions, and one role gets snatched by the Lott family. The movie part falls through, and then some bastard takes advantage of you. Now this Tyrone guy seems hell–bent on making your life miserable.”

Quintessa took another puff, blew a smoke ring, and glanced at a man emerging from a nearby private room. Her eyes narrowed, her red lips curled in a cold sneer, “You’re right; he’s nothing but a bastard.”