Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone looked at Violet with an unyielding gaze that seemed to press down on her, leaving her feeling as though she couldn't stand tall. His brazenness was almost tangible.

With crystal clarity, he conveyed his intentions toward Violet's protege, as if to say, "I have designs on your talent, and what can you possibly do about it?"

Violet felt a painful tightness in her chest, "Mr. York, aren't you concerned that Quinn might get angry with you if she learns about your actions?"

Tyrone's response almost made Violet see red, because he nonchalantly said, "Let her be angry. What's that to me?"

Once he became her boss, what could she do? Quarrel with him?

Tyrone's approach was simple and brutal. While Alexander was still in the dark, Tyrone intended to secure Quinn's 'contract of servitude' firmly in his grasp. With that leverage, everything else would be easy. Having navigated the business world for years, Tyrone knew exactly how to work a situation to his advantage. Before anyone could react, he planned to pull the rug out from under them. Even if Quinn kicked up a fuss later, it would be too late, and in the end, she would still be in the palm of his hand.

Violet gritted her teeth, "Clever move, Mr. York." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

James slid a contract across the table to Violet, "Ms. Sullivan, please review the terms. If you find them agreeable, we can seal the deal."

Violet skimmed the contract quickly. The clauses were clear, and the benefits to her were significant. Tyrone was after complete control, but he wouldn't meddle in the day-to-day operations. He'd only take a symbolic 3% of the profits and offered unlimited financial backing.

From a purely business standpoint, the deal Tyrone laid out before her was as tempting as a perfectly roasted turkey, utterly irresistible.

But whether Violet signed the contract or not seemed irrelevant; Tyrone always had a way of getting what he wanted.

Violet felt her heart heavy, "Quinn and I are more than just artist and agent. We're friends. By signing this contract, am I essentially selling her to you?"

James was quick to reassure, "Not at all. With the support of York Financial Group, we can plan a better future for Ms. Quintessa Young. Any troubles, we'll handle them. You just need to focus on elevating her to greater heights. We'll take care of the rest."

James was eager to impress Tyrone, hoping to avoid any unfavorable assignments.

In truth, James was right. Setting aside Tyrone's ulterior motives, there was no better support in Emberbrook than York Financial Group.

Violet had high hopes for Quintessa. She knew the young woman had ambition. But ambition alone wasn't enough in the cutthroat entertainment industry, and Violet knew its complexities better than anyone. Just starting out, Quintessa had already been systematically sabotaged. With countless unseen foes ready to kick her while she was down, the future of her was uncertain.

Without a strong backer, it would be a steep, nearly impossible journey for her to climb the ladder.

As an experienced manager, Violet knew how to market Quintessa, but what she lacked was the backing of a powerful patron.

And now, Tyrone was extending his leg, offering himself as that patron, and it was a substantial offer.

Violet hesitated over the document, wrestling with her conscience.

Finally, she looked up, meeting Tyrone's inscrutable eyes, "If I sign this contract, I hope you won't force her into anything."

Tyrone replied coolly, "Of course, I won't force her into anything."