Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone instantly mellowed, resembling a dog that had just been petted the right way, almost snuggling up to Quintessa for more affection.

Alexander's face turned a shade paler, but somehow, in the blink of an eye, he had an epiphany. It was as if his mind had cleared, reminiscent of the moment of enlightenment often spoken about in spiritual circles. Perhaps it was the culmination of continuous setbacks that led to this moment of clarity, a kind of "two wrongs make a right" realization. Maybe after enough hits, one finally sees the light.

Alexander managed a smile. "You know, you two don't have to put on an act in front of me. If I were the type to give up easily, I would've done so long ago. And if I wanted to fight for her, I would've already been in the fray."

Tyrone scoffed. "Ha, as if. Who's pretending? Can't you see this is genuine?"

Ignoring him, Alexander turned to Quintessa. "I won't force you to make any decisions. I respect you. Just know that if... one day he lets you down, I'll always be here waiting for you."

Tyrone made a face. "Playing the sympathy card, huh? That kind of role went out of style on TV a long time ago."

Still, Alexander didn't bite. He continued, "Seriously though, if you ever need legal advice, you know where to find me. I'll give you a discount."

Tyrone frowned. "As if we need your help. Do you think my team of legal advisors are just for show? And you have the audacity to talk about fees? Some monk who's just returned from abroad, do you even understand how things work here? You think Quinn's money is easy to come by? Giving it to you would be like throwing it away."

Alexander's lips quirked up, his pallor giving way to his usual charismatic and refined demeanor.

"I guarantee, I can outdo any of them and help you... win any case."

Quintessa nodded. "Okay!"

Tyrone was displeased. "You're actually agreeing?"

Quintessa nudged Tyrone's leg. "Bedtime. I have to be on set tomorrow."

Tyrone shuffled the cards haphazardly, trying to linger. "Why are you going to the set? You almost got blown up yesterday."

Quintessa pulled up the covers,

closing her eyes. "That's exactly why

let

I want to go. I need to show up, the paparazzi snap a few pictures to prove em still in one piece. It's

important to show some people that

I'm still alive, just to spite them."

The internet was ablaze with news of Quintessa's near-fatal accident on set, narrowly escaping death by a mere two seconds.

The comments were hilarious, with many saying, #Even the heavens can't stand this siren, planning to take her down!#

Quintessa posted a picture of her bandaged injuries in the afternoon with the caption: Seems like this siren is too wicked even for the heavens to take!

Quintessa didn't bother reading responses, nor did she care. As someone who thrived amidst controversy, she to

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Quintessa nudged Tyrone's arm. "Go sleep on your bed."

"This is my bed."

Quintessa... let it be.

Suddenly, Tyrone's phone rang. Picking it up, he saw it was James

1. After a brief exchange, the

usually carefree expression on Tyrone's face darkened slightly hinting at a storm brewing beneath the surface.