Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

With a cold expression, Tyro. glanced at Quintessa from the corner of his eye as he walked past her into the room and said to the workers, “Continue. If the work is not done by noon tomorrow, I’ll dock half of

your pay.”

Upon hearing this, the workers hurried back to work. No one dared slack off now.

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Quintessa’s face twisted with anger, and through gritted teeth, she spat, “Tyrone, take your people and get out of my place. Now.”

Tyrone sneered in response. He towered over Quintessa, looking down at her with cold, disdainful eyes as if to say: I won’t leave, what can you do about it? Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

His poised and aloof appearance really made him seem like a rare, untouchable orchid.

But Quintessa knew, at his core, he was nothing but a shameless jerk.

Without hesitation, Quintessa whipped out her phone to call the property management crew. “Hello, is that the property management? I’ve got intruders. I need help right now.”

Soon enough, the property management and security arrived, but upon seeing Tyrone, they all but bowed.

“They’ve barged into my place; I want them out and I want compensation for any damages,” Quintessa demanded.

The property manager said with difficulty, “Ms. Young, this gentleman is the owner. The property now belongs to Mr. York.”

Owner?

Quintessa whipped her head around to lock eyes with Tyrone.

Tyrone’s lips curled into a smirk, that infuriatingly handsome face of his exuding arrogance. Let me remind you now, you should call me–landlord!”

Then, he turned to the workers, “Wrap up ahead of schedule and I’ll double your pay.”

His message to Quintessa was clear: This is my house, I do as I please, and you have no say in it..

Quintessa finally understood what was happening. This bastard Tyrone had gone behind their backs and cut a deal with the previous owner, who hadn’t even bothered to notify them before selling the place. And she wouldn’t put it past Tyrone to have had a hand in this underhanded move.

She knew it, Tyrone had been quiet for so many days, surely plotting something bad.

So all these days, he was up to this.

Quintessa nodded, seething. “Fine, you have the money, you have the clout. Where are my things?”

She was exhausted from days of shooting and just wanted to rest, have a drink of water, and sleep. She didn’t have the energy to tangle with Tyrone now.

Tyrone tilted his chin up. “The place is mine, and everything in it is mine by extension.”

Quintessa once again witnessed Tyrone’s brazenness in broad daylight. She had half a mind to slip off her shoe and smack him with it.

Quintessa laughed, baring her white teeth. “Alright, it’s all yours. Why don’t you just claim that I’m yours

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too?”

Her voice rose to a shout by the end of her sentence.

Unexpectedly, Tyrone replied with shameless audacity, “You’re quite perceptive. Of

ourse, you’re mine.”

unwilling to be

The property staff and security guards sensed the tension and made themselves scarce, caught in the crossfire. If the house gets demolished, that was their problem.

Quintessa was so angry she felt stomach pain. “Ha, you’re really committed to being

Tyrone raised an eyebrow. “You flatter me. This is all thanks to your teachings.”

“Tyrone, just you wait.”

Quintessa hissed through clenched teeth, grabbed her luggage, and stormed out.

total disgrace.”

She didn’t have the energy to deal with Tyrone today. Once she had rested well, she’d see how she could deal with him and make sure he regretted it.