Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 76

Sean felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. His son had been in a car accident, his daughter was in turmoil, and to top it off, his company was facing endless complications these past few days. He couldn’t remember a time he had felt more drained.

With a frustrated shake of his head, he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.

Driving through the city. Sean pulled up to a modest suburban neighborhood. He rang the doorbell twice and was greeted by the door swinging open. As he stepped inside, he wrapped his arms around the young woman waiting for him, “This is the only place that brings me peace”

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water, she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.

As Sean sank into the plush comfort of the sofa, the young woman turned to fetch the water. She discreetly added a white powder from a container into the glass. It dissolved instantly, leaving no trace

She handed him the water with a gentle smile, the picture of tenderness and charm.

Back at her own place. Quintessa was met by her agent Violet, who was already waiting for her.

night,” Quintessa said, while showing her phone to

in surprise,

cut, a baseball cap, and a style of clothing far removed from Quintessa’s usual flair. It

to

you can’t tell, huh? What do

to Miranda?”

some of Quintessa’s family drama, asked with concern,

scoffed, “Come after me? How could she? And even if she tried, she’d be looking for Zenobia What’s that got to

previous night, Quintessa had deliberately dressed up to mimic Zenobia for

Jerome

sympathy for Zenobia, “So, is Zenobia just

my role. I’m just reclaiming what’s mine. Besides, I’m not framing her. She actually did have a fling with Jerome.”

been clear: what was hers was hers alone, and no one was allowed to snatch it away. Even if it’s taken, she would fiercely reclaim it. Her possessions and

probed further, “So, by sending the pictures, you’ll get the role again? Is Jerome on

over her phone, her smile was blooming as she browsed through the photos, “Whether Jerome helps me or not is irrelevant now. What matters is that

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