Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone hung up the phone, his face a study in calmness.

During the call, he thought he'd smash his cell to bits and burst into flames of rage once he was done. Alexander's sudden call had thrown a wrench into all his meticulous plans. Yet now, nothing happened.

A fire was raging in his chest, but Tyrone was eerily composed.

The woman Alexander was in love with was Quintessa. They had met back in Serenitia.

Tyrone had lied to his best friend. He said he didn't know Quintessa.

He was aware it wasn't right.

But why should he tell Alexander about it?

To let him swoop in and steal Quintessa away?

Ridiculous! Such stupidity was not in his playbook.

Tyrone was indeed arrogant, domineering, and unscrupulous. The ruffian he became around Quintessa was reserved only for her.

But with others, even friends, he played his cards close to the vest, never missing a trick.

He had to clench what he wanted in his fist, and no one else even had a chance.

In some ways, he and Quintessa were alike—what's mine is mine, and don't you dare challenge that.

His rule of thumb was clear: I know it's wrong to deceive you, but I won't feel a speck of guilt because when it comes to love, to yield is to surrender.

There's only one Quintessa. You want her, but so do I. There's no reason I should let you have her, even if you are my friend!

Now, the stark reality he faced was that his best friend was about to become his rival in love.

Tyrone's eyes glinted coldly, "Quintessa, what is it about you that even Alexander is drawn into your orbit?"

He picked up the office phone, "Come in."

James entered promptly, and as soon as he stepped in, he felt the tension.

Though Tyrone appeared normal, the vibe was off. James felt even his hairs standing on end, and he sensed danger. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Standing to attention, James greeted, "Mr. York."

Tyrone slowly lifted a thick dossier and slammed it onto James: "I tasked you with digging up Quintessa's history in Serenitia for the past three years. Why didn't you find out she knew Alexander?" James shuddered; he felt his heart skip a beat, and his knees nearly buckled.

With the boss in a foul mood, he knew better than to argue, "I-I'm sorry, Mr. York. My oversight, we didn't cover all the bases. Ms. Quintessa Young often changed locations, and her movements were unpredictable; she was too elusive. We didn't uncover it. My apologies, Mr. York."

James was aware that Alexander had been looking for someone; it was a task Tyrone had previously assigned to him.

But he never imagined that the person Alexander was searching for would be the same individual whom his boss was after.

Tyrone's gaze bore into James, who was now drenched in sweat.

Tyrone finally spoke, "James."

Swallowing hard, James responded, "Yes, sir?"

With his eyes locked onto James', Tyrone delivered his ultimatum, "If you can't get to the bottom of this, you might as well bring Franklin back in your place."