Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

It was clear that the reporter had been set up deliberately to make things difficult for Quintessa.

Tyrone wondered who was so foolish.

Suddenly, Alexander’s voice rang out overhead, “Hey, Tyrone, what are you looking at so intently?”

Snap–Tyrone slammed his laptop shut and looked up to find Alexander, who had appeared out of nowhere, standing right in front of him.

Tyrone cleared his throat. “Man, you could’ve given me a heads up before dropping by.”

Annoyed at himself, Tyrone had been so engrossed that he hadn’t even noticed Alexander’s arrival.

Alexander chuckled, “Come on, buddy, what’s there to fear as long as you’re not hiding a woman? What were you so deep into just now?”

Tyrone brushed its off, “Nothing. What brings you here?”

Alexander sat down across from him. “My little sis is coming of age. You’re coming to the celebration, right? After all, she’s someone we’ve both watched grow up, and a coming–of–age celebration happens only once in a lifetime.”

Tyrone, somewhat absent–minded today, replied, “Sure, I’ll come if I’m free.”

“Do you have something on your mind?” Alexander probed.

“Not at all, you came all this way just to invite me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Tyrone was getting antsy, wanting to hasten Alexander’s departure. However, Alexander continued to find topics to talk about, showing minimal interest in leaving.

It wasn’t until Shirley knocked and reminded them of a senior management meeting in 10 minutes, that Alexander finally took his leave.

After seeing Alexander off, Tyrone immediately flipped his laptop open again.

The start–up press conference was nearing its end, and the host was throwing different questions at each of the creative leads.

When it was Quintessa’s turn, the host asked, “We’ve heard that Ms. Young is a true Emberbrook native. This is your first big production right in your hometown. How are you feeling, any words you’d like to share?”

Quintessa smiled, “Truth be told, being here today, what I really want to say is a few words to my family. It’s been over three years since I last saw them, and I miss them a lot. Today, I’m fortunate enough to have this platform to tell them–I’m back!”

The Young family, I’ve returned. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Three years ago, I said I would reclaim what you owe me.

I’m ready now. How about you?

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Tilting her chin up, Quintessa looked straight into the camera. Her eyes shone bright, her smile radiant. Even the cameraman, knowing she wasn’t looking at him, felt his heart race.

This camera couldn’t encapsulate her beauty.

At the Young family, Miranda Young suddenly let out a piercing S

Lilian was startled, “Miranda, what on earth are you screaming about?”

Miranda’s hands shook as she held her phone, her face pale as a ghost. “Mom, Mom! Come look at this, quick!”

Lilian frowned and walked over, “What’s going on?”

Miranda handed over her phone, “Quintessa! Mom, it’s that bitch Quintessa. It’s her.”

As soon as Lilian heard the name Quintessa, her expression instantly changed. She grabbed the phone, . exactly at the moment Quintessa was saying: I’m fortunate enough to have this platform to tell them–I’m

back!

Lilian’s hands trembled. When she saw Quintessa’s stunning face in the video, aside from shock, her spiteful eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Miranda, clutching her hair and screamed hysterically, “How did that bitch get on TV? How did she become a star? Mom, what do we do?”

Quinn: I’m back. It’s time to tremble, you wretched snakes!