Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone stumbled home that evening, still feeling heavy with the day's toll.

Upon seeing him, Cecilia hurried over with a concerned look. "Son, have you been keeping busy lately?"

He shrugged off his coat and tossed it to the family's faithful housekeeper, Wilma. "Same old, same old. What's up?"

Cecilia pulled him over to the couch, her voice laced with gossip. "Did you hear about that little vixen Quintessa taking a shot at stardom? Ring any bells?"

Loosening his tie, Tyrone asked nonchalantly, "What about her?"

Cecilia's voice was a mix of worry and disdain. "Well, she's gone and got herself tangled up with some singer. Seriously, what was she thinking? He's nothing compared to my boy. And the internet is just buzzing with her scandals - affairs, abortion rumors, sugar daddies - it's all quite sordid."

Tyrone's face darkened. "That's all bogus. Don't buy into that nonsense. Every celebrity gets dragged through the mud. You're educated, Mom. You should know better than to believe every little thing you hear."

There's evidence out there. And why are you defending her so strongly? Don't tell me

"Yeah, just got back from a tryst

character; just her involvement with the Young family is like an unending bad debt. We don't need a

told you, my

way to speak to

this. You should be used to it by now. I know what I'm doing with Quintessa. If those rumors were true, she'd be history. Nobody gets one over on your son. I'm beat. I'm heading

wave of his hand, he left Cecilia, who was standing there, with worry etched on

his room, Tyrone pulled out his phone and dialed Quintessa's number. The

he was frustrated enough to wish her number would blossom into a flower just from his

boss? Did

James, his right-hand man, instructing him to

"Mr. York, I've spoken with Director Cooper. Ms. Quintessa Young isn't scheduled for

"Got it."

uneasy. If Quintessa wasn't working, why wasn't she picking up her

she possibly be up to at this ungodly