Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Rachel clenched her teeth, mustering the poise of a lady of the manor; she bit the bullet and said, “Tyrone’s in a foul mood. Don’t mind him; I’ll go check on him.”

The moment she stepped out, a voice sneered from behind, “Pfft, Mr. York doesn’t give two hoots about her, and there she goes acting all high and mighty.”

Rachel’s teeth were gritted hard, but she had to pretend she hadn’t heard a thing. Her plan was to badmouth Quintessa in front of Tyrone to turn him against her. Now, it seemed to have backfired spectacularly.

The next morning at the office, James noticed that Tyrone was in a particularly sour mood and didn’t dare to speak out of turn. Tentatively, he asked, “Mr. York, Ms. Quintessa Young has been detained for almost a week now. Are we really not going to inquire?” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Tyrone sneered, “Inquire about what? She’s more than capable of dealing with her own messes. She doesn’t need your pathetic concern.”

James bowed his head. For days, Mr. York had been distracted, obviously waiting for Ms. Young to come begging to him. It seemed that wait would be in vain.

A week later, at Emberbrook International Airport.

The Young family had all gathered, for today was the day they were sending Quintessa abroad. They were eager to “see her off” – and make sure she didn’t cause any more trouble. With a crowd present, it was easier to keep an eye on her.

Tyrone was there too, and even Miranda, along with her boyfriend, Jerome.

The Youngs couldn’t wait to let the world know that Quintessa, the troublemaker, was finally getting her comeuppance.

Sean said sternly, “It’s almost time. Go through security, and once you’re abroad, hit the books and turn over a new leaf.”

He couldn’t wait for Quintessa to board the plane. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt the urge to strangle her.

To get Quintessa out of prison, he had spent a small fortune, which pained him to even think about. He deeply regretted not having cut ties with her sooner.

Miranda also urged, “Sis, it’s time for your flight.”

Quintessa was dressed to kill that day, her allure undeniable. Her fox–like eyes sparkled, ready to ensnare any man’s soul.

As Miranda looked at her, her jealousy was hard to contain. No matter how she tormented Quintessa over the years, she was like a cactus in the desert – impossible to kill.

As they grew up, anytime they were together, Quintessa’s radiance overshadowed

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everyone else. To the world, Quintessa always stood out. The name Miranda, in comparison, seemed like a cruel joke.

Quintessa had Just a small suitcase at her feet. She cast a lazy glance at Miranda, “What’s the rush? Worried. I’ll steal your Jay?”

Miranda gritted her teeth, forcing a smile, “Quinn, I don’t mean to lecture you, but a lady should be modest. Nobody respects a girl who acts like you do. You should have some self–respect.”

Ever since Quintessa joined the Young family at eight, Miranda had despised her. After years of hostility, she wanted to crush Quintessa completely.

Quintessa arched an eyebrow, “Oh, really?”

Suddenly, she reached out towards Jerome’s chest. Everyone was startled as her hand slipped inside Jerome’s coat.

Miranda exploded on spot, “Quintessa, what are you doing? Was seducing Mr. York not enough? Now you’re after your brother–in–law?”

Quintessa, unbothered by the accusation, swiftly pulled a wallet from Jerome’s pocket.