Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa replied with a nonchalant voice, “Maybe I accidentally hit the power button or something.”

Tyrone snapped with a chilling edge to his voice, “Quintessa.”

As Quintessa struggled to open a bottle of water with one hand, her frustration peaked, and she slammed the bottle onto the floor, snarling, “Yeah, I turned it off on purpose. What’s it to you? I don’t want to sleep with you, okay? What are you gonna do about it? Force me?”

Tyrone’s expression turned icy in an instant, his hawkish eyes darkening and a sinister smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

He drawled, “So that’s the only truth you’ve told me, huh?”

He had already figured out Quintessa didn’t want to go with him last night and that she was probably playing hard to get. But now he was certain that deep down, she just didn’t want to be with him at all. This woman didn’t fall for him!

Tyrone, always the one to dismiss others, now faced someone daring enough to give him the cold shoulder!

Quintessa opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Snow’s voice, “Quintessa, quit lazing around. Time to get up and shoot the music video.”

Stepping onto the balcony, Quintessa replied, “Alright, I’ll get ready in a sec.”

She spoke into her phone, “Got work to do, Mr. York. Gotta run.”

Tyrone heard a man’s voice on the other end and a storm of emotions roiled within him, “Quintessa, if you dare hang up on me today, you’ll regret it.”

“Go ahead, try and kill me then!”

Quintessa scoffed, ending the call abruptly. She had no desire to squabble with Tyrone over this.

She hated feeling inferior to Tyrone, always having to appease him. Even worse was the way he treated her as if she were a plaything.

In the game of love and war, a little argument sometimes wasn’t a bad thing. She knew how to bait Tyrone, and she believed in her charms.

His interest in her was clear, and she intended to seize the opportunity. She was determined to make Tyrone fall for her. Playing games with men? She had her ways.

Tyrone held the phone, staring at the call ended notification. He smiled, licking his lips slightly, “Dared to hang up? Okay, game on.”

He made a call, “Find out where Quintessa is shooting her music video today, and with whom.”

Whatever the person on the other line said made Tyrone squint, his features and thin lips turning icy, exuding a

cold and ruthless aura.

He spoke slowly, “What to do? What do you think?”

After freshening up and changing her clothes, Quintessa’s door was knocked. She opened it to find Snow, still in the quintessential celebrity disguise of a baseball cap, mask, and sunglasses.

“Ready to go?” Quintessa inquired.

Snow sized her up, “You’re all set?”

“Yeah, all good.”

“Not putting on makeup?”

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Quintessa flickered her hair, “Does this face need makeup?”

Her confidence in her elfin features was unshakeable.

Snow raised an eyebrow, “No, it doesn’t.”

Quintessa suggested, “Let’s head out, then. I’ll call Violet and tell her to meet us directly at the studio.”

Leaning against the doorframe, Snow teased, “You know, sometimes you can be quite the killjoy. This is the moment when you should be inviting me in for a glass of water at least.”

Quintessa grabbed her bag and shut the door behind her, “Water? You wish. Here even hot water is something extravagant.”

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Snow shook his head, playfully lifting Qui