Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

James didn't even need to think before he blurted out, "Yes, yes. I'll get to the bottom of it. I'll find out everything about how Ms. Quintessa Young and Mr. Harrington met, with every single detail." The last thing he wanted was to be sent to the highlands to replace Mr. Franklin. He would rather endure the daily grind under the big boss than set foot in that place. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Tyrone glanced at his phone and said, "Set up a meeting with Violet. I need to talk to her."

James nodded frantically, "Right away. Should I keep it from Ms. Quintessa Young?"

Tyrone looked up sharply. "What do you think?"

That look sent James scurrying like a frightened rat.

"Understood clearly," James stammered as he dashed out the door, fighting the urge to burst into tears.

Shirley, walking up with some documents, saw James' pale face and asked, "What's up?"

James wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced at Shirley's papers, giving her a friendly warning, "Shirley, you might want to think twice about going in there."

Shirley chuckled, "No worries. The boss is always in a mood. Reminds me of my mom during her menopause."

James shook his head, "Shirley, this is different. You won't be able to handle it. I've said my piece. If you insist on going in, I won't stop you, but I'll be there to pick up the pieces of you." After imparting his grim prophecy, James staggered away, his steps unsteady.

Shirley looked at the documents in her hand, then back at James, and finally at the CEO's office door before deciding to make a swift exit.

Violet was utterly puzzled. Why on earth did Mr. Tyrone York suddenly want to see her, and why was it so important that Quinn didn't find out?

She instructed Manny to keep an eye on Quintessa on set and to report back immediately if she made any unexpected moves. They couldn't afford any more slip-ups at this point.

As for the photos of Quintessa in a passionate embrace with the mystery man, which had been circulating online, Violet had her PR team squash the rumors flat. They claimed that Quintessa had been on set all day, with the whole crew as her alibi, and certainly not out locking lips with some guy on the street.

They had gathered evidence to combat the slander and had reported it to the authorities, determined to pursue those responsible for defamation to the fullest extent.

And with Snow's involvement, the buzz around Quintessa and Snow's mutual social media following had eclipsed the negative press. People were now speculating about the timing of Snow's support on the very day Quintessa was targeted. Was Snow standing up for her, or was there something more between them?

The curious netizens combed through Snow's Twitter and, after some comparison, suggested that the silhouetted figure in several of Snow's tweets bore a striking resemblance to Quintessa.

The new hot topic online was now "God Snow's Mysterious Lover Revealed, Suspected to be Quintessa!"

Snow's fans were in turmoil, with bystanders joining in the frenzy, flooding both Snow's and Quintessa's Twitter feeds with comments, which caused the slander to lose steam.

Violet finally breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to the slander, a romantic gossip with Snow was as welcome as a gift in the middle of a snowstorm, as it helped Quintessa dodge a bullet. It was only with this reassurance that Violet dared to meet with Tyrone.

Feeling anxious, Violet met Tyrone; upon seeing him, she mused to herself that only a siren like Quinn could handle such a prime specimen of a man.

Just look at those legs, that face, that noble and aloof demeanor, that aura that seemed to keep others at bay. Who else but Quinn could get close to him? But what exactly was the status between Quinn and this princely Tyrone?