Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 28

Quintessa took a deep breath and slowly extended her hand for a brief, firm handshake with Tyrone.

In front of the director, she couldn’t afford to make a scene with Tyrone. This was her shot, and she had to seize it. Plus, she didn’t want to put Violet in a tight spot.

Since Tyrone was playing the stranger, there was no point in calling him out. Revenge could wait. It wasn’t a dish best served immediately.

Quintessa intended only a quick touch before withdrawing, but to her surprise, as soon as she made contact with Tyrone’s hand, he seized it tightly, refusing to let go. When she was about to lose her cool, he finally released her.

As he let go, Tyrone’s fingers trailed across Quintessa’s palm in a way that made her feel sick.

Everyone there was sharp enough to sense the tension between the two, but they all pretended not to notice.

producer, a portly middle–aged man with a bald head that gave him a slightly sleazy look, chimed in, “Mr. York, have you dined yet? If not,

“Sounds good.”

nearly cracked a tooth clenching her jaw. She wouldn’t swallow that bitter pill of resentment. She’d find an opportunity for payback.

accident, Tyrone took the seat

Quintessa casually pulled out a pack of wet wipes from her purse

eyes narrowed slightly.

casting began; over thirty minutes passed, and everyone was sweating from relishing the hot

scorn. The heir to the York family never shared

the likes of greasy burgers or buffalo wings what

palate was accustomed to the finest – Solaceia foie gras, Beluga caviar, and

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17:05

Tyrone back then, she quickly learned how fussy he was. Or as she’d put it-

irony. She picked up her glass of fiery bourbon and swallowed

was plotting her next move. Having this scumbag Tyrone right in front of her and not acting out was just too much of a bitter pill to swallow.