Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"Dude, what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into? I'm telling you, you can't just go messing around with God Snow. You went and ditched Mr. York all on your own, but you gotta think about whether you can actually kick him to the curb. He's our boss, girl. He's still got your contract."

"I'm not stupid," she said, as she had assured Tyrone that it was just about clearing up some things, keeping it casual, no strings attached.

Violet nudged her again, "Not stupid? If you were smart, you would've stayed the whole night, sealed the deal, and bagged that paycheck in one go." Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Quintessa just laughed, asking, "So, what's up?"

"Oh, right, almost forgot the main reason I came by. After Roxanne Ferber got blacklisted, 'Shadows of the Past' needed a new leading lady. Director Frost wants you to come in for some reshoots, and he said he's planning on giving your character a few more episodes."

Quintessa nodded, "Sounds good. I'm almost done with my scenes here anyway. I can swing by Zion City, and it won't delay the wrap-up of 'Requiem.""

"You sure you're not worried about Mr. York coming after you for ditching him?"

Quintessa shook her head, "Not sure."

Violet let out a moan, "My money!"

Quintessa patted her solid shoulder, "I won't be making it back for you, but I'll take you along for the ride, we'll show those jerks."

"Deal!"

"You're not gonna spill about God Snow to Tyrone, right?"

Violet shook her head, "Of course not. The boss is too busy to care about my gossip."

But no sooner had she said that, Violet was dialing James' number.

Over at Snow's, just after he hung up, his agent, with his fingers twisted in frustration, stomped around. "Are you out of your mind? Messing with that siren? What if Mr. York finds it out and decides to retaliate?' Snow was in a good mood, "Then let him."

"I've heard that guy is ruthless, who stops at nothing."

Snow casually snapped a photo for Twitter, "Oh, just remind me to order a bouquet of roses every day."

His agent, pacing in exasperation, "Are you even listening to me?"

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Snow nodded, "I am, but like I said, if I'm pursuing Quintessa, I've got to show some real effort, right? Otherwise, she might think I'm not serious."

"God Snow, that woman is trouble. Just starting out, she's already attracting so much negative

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Snow stood up, "Perfect, I'll help clean up her image. Oh, and the new album, it's about time we announced the release date." "Where are you off to now?"

"Chasing the girl of my dreams. Time for a new look."

Filled with determination, Snow was

ready to deploy all his charm and

experience to woo Quintessa. Flowers, chocolates, whatever it took to show his resolve.

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But in his excitement, Snow had underestimated Tyrone, a man who had already stabbed him in the back more than once.

It wasn't until Snow once again witnessed Tyrone's audacity that he realized his agent was right: the man was a relentless scoundrel.

One day, Snow stepped out to find his Porsche totaled, smashed up on the curb.

A Bentley pulled up, and Tyrone smirked behind the wheel.

"Your car was in my way," he sneered.