Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 149

Tyrone snapped back, his voice laced with a frustrated edge, “I’m the one who’s gotta live with it. Now get your ass back here!”

Kevin hollered from outside once more, “Man, it was all James spilling the beans. That guy can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. Go take it up with him, why don’t ya?”

Back home, James sneezed so hard that it felt like his soul was trying to escape his body.

Once Kevin had stormed off, Tyrone slumped down in the private booth, letting time slip by. These days, he’d become a pro at zoning out; life seemed like a stale rerun of some old TV show.

He never used to think his days were dull, but now, especially during those sleepless nights, an aching sense of boredom and loneliness gnawed at him.

His hand, moving on its own accord, fished a coin out of his pocket.

“I’ll bury you in cash,” but Quintessa

and mighty? What did she

well; she’d ‘hit‘ him with her cash twice. The first time was a measly quarter, and the second was

had tossed the rest of the change on his office desk, but for some bizarre reason, he’d pocketed

represented the measly profit from a gamble of millions. It was a damn joke.

right: losing money’s one thing, but losing face? That’s a whole different ballgame.

a world–class

a businessman, end up making such a boneheaded investment?

How could he turn the tide? Make it all back in one go?. Then, a lightbulb moment occurred. He came up with an idea, which was so bright that it could’ve lit up the

this could work. This just might be his

couldn’t quite shake the narrative. They insisted that

claims. They’d tested everything–utensils, blood–and found zilch. Roxanne had been the architect of her own downfall. Meanwhile, Snow teased the public. For two straight days, at precisely the same

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the same person.