Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

James rolled his eyes. Could he be any more shameless?

Just 1 dollar, both Quintessa and her cronies seemed to think you could dismiss someone with pocket change.

As they walked, Tyrone said, "Keep a close eye on Rachel."

Rachel wasn't someone Tyrone respected. Everyone knew her true colors, yet she still played the part of the ice queen, all grace and virtue. Who knows how she might try to get back at Quintessa. "Got it," James replied.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Mr. York, what about Mr. Harrington's response?"

Tyrone's stride faltered for a second. "Stall him."

James couldn't help but say, "But, Mr. York, it's only a matter of time before he finds out." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"So let them find out," Tyrone said nonchalantly.

Sometimes, in certain situations, 'brotherhood' is just another word for a trap.

Tyrone didn't care about the rest; as long as Quintessa's crew was under his control, it was all a game of timing against Alexander.

As they were walking, Tyrone suddenly stopped.

"Mr. York, what's wrong?"

Tyrone's expression was icy. "Did the contract fail to include a clause that prevented Quintessa from stirring up scandals?"

James shook his head. "It seems we didn't cover that."

"Add it. I don't want to hear about any scandals like the one with Snow again."

James was worried. "But the contract's already signed. We can't just change it without noticing the other party"

Tyrone gave him a cold glare. "What if I insist?"

Buckling under the pressure, James conceded, "Alright. I'll figure something out."

"What are you doing here?" Quintessa was surprised to see the guy sitting in her chair, leisurely munching on the fruit platter Manny had prepared for her. Removing his sunglasses, Snow said, "Thought we'd kick our scandal up a notch."

Quintessa raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, I owe you one for the assist. Otherwise, the smear campaign could have drowned me."

Surveying Quintessa all over, Snow said, "Don't joke. Nobody could drown you. Your photo's been memed to death. I might as well call you 'Your Majesty' now."

Manny brought over a chair and placed it next to Snow. Quintessa sat down.

The disdainful picture she posted yesterday had become a meme with captions like "Scorn," "Aloof," and all other sorts of funny text. Combined with the rumors swirling around her and Snow, they had successfully deflected the negative press. Her Twitter account was now bombarded with requests for the meme.

It seemed that this premeditated smear campaign hadn't brought Quintessa down after all.

Quintessa took a sip of water. "Getting ready to promote your new album?"

"Yeah, it drops next month. Actually, I kinda rode the wave of your scandal for some free publicity."

"C'mon, Snow, as if God Snow needs to ride on my coattails? Everyone knows you've never needed to use another celeb for publicity in all your years."

Proud and talented, Snow had built his career on raw skill and charisma alone.

He disdained cheap publicity stunts, and this time, it seemed he genuinely wanted to help her out.

"Thanks," Quintessa said to Snow.

Snow suddenly speared a piece of fruit with his fork and held it to Quintessa's lips, "If you really want to thank me, how about honoring me by eating this piece of fruit?"