Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa patted Tyrone on the chest, "Wait till you get me that info, then I'll thank you, boss."

"You better make that thank-you special."

Her gaze was shadowy, and her smile was loaded with suggestion, "No problem. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

Tyrone felt a tingle of anticipation, "Deal, but you've gotta promise me there'll be no more gossip linking you with any male celebs."

"I can't control the rumors, Tyrone. I won't stir the pot, but if the tabloids or someone else wants to use my name, I can't guarantee they won't."

Tyrone wrapped an arm around Quintessa's waist, "Don't worry about that. Had anyone tried to mess with your name, I'll make sure they regret it." Quintessa rolled her eyes, "Big talk from the guy with the big bucks."

"Snow fed you some fruit yesterday."

"Oh? You wanna feed me now?"

"Yeah, I got a truckload of pitaya parked outside."

After Tyrone left, Quintessa called Violet and gave her an earful. Yet, amidst her fury, she also felt a touch of warmth.

Violet chipped in one dollar because she didn't want to betray Quintessa emotionally, and that was the only solution she could think of at the time.

The lengths Violet would go for Quintessa was something truly precious.

Later that evening, when they met, Quintessa handed Violet a check.

Violet grinned like an idiot for half an hour, with her drool nearly dribbling down her chin, but then she set the check down, "Quinn, I can't take this. Don't rush me, just listen. If I wanted the money, I'd have filled in the amount yesterday. But doing so would've been a complete betrayal of you. If there's a first time, there's a second. What if someone more powerful than Tyrone appears and offers more than him next time? I'd be compromised."

Quintessa felt a pang, "But I got this for you."

"I know, but I still can't take it. I'm an agent; I need to maintain integrity. I asked for one dollar, and that's my price. This is yours, not mine. Even though I only wanted one dollar, I haven't lost out. With York Financial Group backing us, we can strut across the entertainment world. Endorsements will come rolling in. It's like owning a goose that lays golden eggs."

"Violet, thank you." Selling the studio to York Financial Group didn't upset Quintessa too much, because they both knew that success in showbiz often meant having a powerful patron, and York Financial Group was undoubtedly the best choice.

But for Violet to go to such lengths was something Quintessa had never dared to dream of.

In this bizarre, profit-driven society, staying loyal was like a fairy tale.

Violet sighed heavily, "Ah, it hurts to turn down all that cash. So, Quinn, you've gotta make sure to wrap that bandit Tyrone around your finger. Make him utterly devoted to you. You've got to get back at him for me."

"Doubting me? He's as good as caught."

"I believe in you, my siren. Go get 'em!"Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

After seeing Violet off, Quintessa quickly changed clothes and left.

The days had been packed with shooting, and her plans for Yolanda had already been delayed. She couldn't put it off any longer.

She intended to use the unborn child in Yolanda's womb to stir up a storm of blood and fury within the Young family.

The Youngs had enjoyed their good days for far too long.