Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 8

Rachel clenched her teeth, mustering the poise of a lady of the manor; she bit the bullet and said, “Tyrone’s in a foul mood. Don’t mind him; I’ll go check on him.”

The moment she stepped out, a voice sneered from behind, “Pfft, Mr. York doesn’t give two hoots about her, and there she goes acting all high and mighty.”

Rachel’s teeth were gritted hard, but she had to pretend she hadn’t heard a thing. Her plan was to badmouth Quintessa in front of Tyrone to turn him against her. Now, it seemed to have backfired spectacularly.

The next morning at the office, James noticed that Tyrone was in a particularly sour mood and didn’t dare to speak out of turn. Tentatively, he asked, “Mr. York, Ms. Quintessa Young has been detained for almost a week now. Are we really not going to inquire?”

Tyrone sneered, “Inquire about what? She’s more than capable of dealing with her own messes. She doesn’t need your pathetic concern.”

James bowed his head. For days, Mr. York had been distracted, obviously waiting for Ms. Young to come begging to him. It seemed that wait would be in vain.

later, at Emberbrook International Airport.

her off” – and make sure she didn’t cause any more trouble. With a

was there too, and even Miranda,

that Quintessa, the

once you’re abroad, hit the books and turn over

board the plane. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt the urge to strangle

which pained him to even think about. He deeply regretted not having cut ties with

also urged, “Sis, it’s time for

undeniable. Her fox–like eyes sparkled, ready to ensnare any man’s soul.

hard to contain. No matter how she tormented Quintessa over the years, she was like a cactus in the

up, anytime they were

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stood out. The name Miranda, in comparison, seemed like a

small suitcase at her feet. She cast a lazy glance at Miranda, “What’s