Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone was scowling, trailing behind Quintessa like a dark cloud.

Whenever Quintessa was on set, he'd plop down in her designated resting spot, with his eyes glued to the set.

The sight of the fruit platter Manny had prepared for Quintessa instantly reminded him of that photo- Snow feeding her fruit.

After a scene, Quintessa came off set for a break, only to find Tyrone crunching away on her fruit salad; his gaze was locked on her as if he were biting into her flesh instead, which sent shivers down her spine

The crew seemed to have sensed the tension, as not a soul dared to approach. Manny hurriedly fetched a chair for Quintessa, and as she sat, she asked, "Why are you still here? Did you come just to watch me act?"

Tyrone took a bite of an apple, "Yeah, I'm here to inspect the workplace, and to see how my new employee's acting chops are. Why don't we have any dragon fruit today?"

Quintessa had her mouth twitched, ignoring his last remark, "New employee? Who's your new employee?"

Violet was pale as a ghost on the side, knowing the truth was about to come out. Would Quinn kill her?

With a mischievous grin, Tyrone said, "Of course it's you!"

Quintessa rolled her eyes, "What are you babbling about? From your woman to your employee, just like that?"

In a faint whisper, Violet mumbled, "Quinn, you see, it's Mr. York, he-he bought our studio."

Her voice was almost inaudible by the end.

Quintessa froze for a second, then whipped around, "You sold out?"

Tyrone, flipping a fork between his fingers with an annoying swagger, proclaimed, "Now you not only have to call me landlord but also boss."

No sooner had he finished than Quintessa snapped, "Shut your mouth."

She fixed her gaze on Violet, "Violet, tell me."

Quintessa's face was expressionless, and she stared at Violet with her piercing eyes, which made Violet shudder. Violet grimaced, "Well, I-I had no choice, I wouldn't have made it out alive to see you if I didn't sign."

Her voice was cold enough to frost, "How much did you sell it for?"

Violet held up a finger.

"A million?"

Violet shook her head.

Quintessa cursed, "Damn, don't tell me you sold it for a hundred grand?"

Violet kept shaking her head.

Quintessa bellowed, "Are you out of your mind? Ten grand?"

The head shaking continued.

Quintessa, clenching her fists in rage, demanded, "Just tell me how much, and it better not be a number that makes me want to punch you."

Violet backed away before confessing, "One dollar."

Quintessa laughed, gesturing Violet over with a crooked finger, "Come here, I didn't catch that. Get closer and tell me." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"One dollar. I-I was trying to show some dignity, I didn't want to sell you out. I just remembered I have something else to do, I'm gonna go now, hope you have a good chat with Mr. York, since he's our boss now," Violet said; truly frightened of Quintessa's reaction, she fled before finishing her sentence.

Quintessa slowly turned around, and Tyrone cleared his throat, "Anything you want to say to your new boss?"

Quintessa replied, "Plenty, actually."

In the next second, Quintessa lunged forward, reaching for Tyrone.

He was momentarily taken aback, then quipped, "What are you doing? It's broad daylight, and I'm not that kind of guy."

Quintessa roared, "The check, hand it over, now! Don't make me get rough."