Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 84

g the passing countryside with a nonchalant gaze, Tyrone felt his anticipation to confront the V. woman that had been bolling his blood was now simmering down to a calculative coolness. He needed to strategize on how to deal with her, and he couldn’t just let his anger dissipate into thin air.

After another half hour drive, he was almost at the shooting location when his phone buzzed again. He had no intention of answering, but a glance at the caller ID made him pick up- it was James.

“Hello,” he answered casually

James stuttered over the line, “Mr. York. Miss Young, she took the 6.10 AM flight back to Emberbrook.” Tyrone was lost for words

Four hours passed, and James was at the Emberbrook airport waiting to pick up Tyrone.

Despite having not slept all night and having driven for over five hours, Tyrone looked surprisingly fresh, save for the slight redness in his eyes. His demeanor was composed, and his features were set in an icy detachment.

James rushed over to him, “Sir. Since you’ve not slept all night, you’d better head home to rest. I’ve arranged for your car to be shipped back by our local branch. It’ll arrive soon.”

news of Quintessa’s return to Emberbrook had hit him like a ton of bricks at dawn. James had nearly broken down while booking the earliest flight for Tyrone, who had

ordeal of the night still

president, James seldom called him ‘sir, but the sight of

eyes and instructed,

James replied,

that

Young. Upon arrival, the security guard questioned them briefly. James said smoothly. “We’re friends of Ms. Young from apartment 9-2-17,

James provided, the guard let them

Tyrone had

me your phone. Wait for me here.”

and without his phone, he couldn’t even dial for help if needed. As Tyrone stepped out of the car and

elevator and dialed

friction with the cast and unsavory hints from the assistant director. She had gritted her teeth

set, and with Director Cooper’s new project starting, she had returned

things when her phone rang with an unfamiliar number. Hesitating for a

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