Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"Alright, we're leaving then."

"Bye Auntie."

Tyrone reached to take the cosmetics from Quintessa's hand, and the two left.

Mrs. York snorted at the sound of the car starting outside, "Ungrateful kids."

Wilma was clearing the dinner table and said, “Ma'am, you actually like Ms. Young, don't you?"

"What? No. I just think, she's had it rough, losing her mom at such a young age and growing up with a stepmom. The Yates family, they're all trouble, she must have had a hard time as a kid. But the thing is, Ty likes her. If he likes her, as his mother, I can't stand in the way, can I? Besides she's quite formidable. If they do end up together, she might just keep that wild boy in line."

Wilma nodded with a smile, "You're right, ma'am."

Mrs. York stretched lazily, exhausted. She'd been shopping all day and had a spat with the Alexander couple, which had been mentally draining. She was exhausted now.

"I'll go upstairs and lie down for a while. Wilma, remember to go to the supermarket tomorrow and get some ribs, pick good ones."

"Alright!"

towering buildings, and the roads were bustling in this modern city. In this modern metropolis, while technology

watched the passing vehicles outside, lost in

drove attentively. He glanced at Quintessa and said, "There's something

Quintessa turned, puzzled, "Huh?"

back four. My ability to earn money is much stronger than my ability to waste it," Tyrone said

paused for a moment, wondering why he was explaining

pretty good at making

for his shrewd business acumen and unmatched ability to make money. Dealing with him in business meant you rarely came out on top. Tyrone smirked, "Glad

Quintessa that he could make money, that he wasn't a spendthrift, and she didn't

their wealth

not

to support them

full meaning of his words;

get out

something I need

looked at him,

soft, pitch-black eyes, as if they