Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Violet felt a chill creeping up her spine, “Can you really guarantee that without Zenobia, Director Frost will come knocking at your door?”

Quintessa tilted her chin up, brimming with confidence and pride, “Yes. I can guarantee that in Director Frost’s heart, I’m the one, his favorite Queen Seraphina.”

Quintessa was disheveled yet stunning; her face was alight with self–assurance, and she shone with the brilliance of a diamond.

Observing that, Violet sincerely said, “You’re going to be a star, a huge star,”

Quintessa’s lips curled into a sly smile, “It’s inevitable. If Quintessa doesn’t light up the sky, the universe won’t stand for it.”

“Tsk, getting cocky, aren’t we? That night you brushed off Mr. York, has there been any fallout these past few days?”

Quintessa recalled the previous evening and chuckled, “Nope.”

What happened that night was known only to the heavens, to her, and to Tyrone!

Still, Quintessa couldn’t be sure what Tyrone would do next.

Violet probed, “What’s your plan? I’ve heard Tyrone is no pushover, and that people who cross him won’t end up in a good place.”

Quintessa perked up, insisting. “Well, I’m not someone to be trifled with either.”

Violet scoffed, “Oh please, get over yourself.”

It hadn’t been an hour after Quintessa sent the photo to Miranda that she found out who the ‘vixen‘ in the picture was, thanks to Violet deliberately leaking the news about Zenobia cozying up to Jerome.

After smashing an antique vase at home in a fit of rage, Miranda immediately took Lilian to confront

Zenobia.

She tried calling Jerome, but he was unreachable. She looked for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Jerome was making it clear with his silence that their game was over.

All of Miranda’s hatred was now directed at Zenobia.

Miranda truly loved Jerome; even though her man had hooked up with the starlet, she still made excuses for him in her heart. She was convinced that Zenobia must have seduced Jerome; otherwise, how could

he betray her?

Miranda’s tantrum was unknown to Quintessa, but Violet, who kept a close watch, relayed the news– Zenobia was hospitalized.

Indeed, it was Miranda who had sent her to the ER.

Quintessa Quintessa’s machinations were indeed ruthless.

neered without a shred of sympathy for Zenobia. Though they had never exchanged a word, NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

But the fault lay in Zenobia because she tried to steal Quintessa’s role.

That’s show business for you–if you’re not cutthroat, you’ll have your chances snatched away time and

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again.

Then, just a day later, Violet received a call from Director Frost.

Violet was the epitome of composure on the phone, “Alright, I’ll convey the message to Quinn and get her thoughts on it. We’ll get back to you as soon as possible, goodbye Director Frost.”

After hanging up, Violet leapt onto Quintessa with her robust frame, nearly crushing her.

“Director Frost’s call, Queen Seraphina, it’s still yours, still yours! Quinn, you’re truly incredible.”

Quintessa gasped for air, “Get off. I can’t breathe.”

Violet’s face was flushed with excitement, “In twenty minutes, I’ll call Director Frost back and tell him that you’ll accept the role. Quinn, I’m over the moon.”

The reason why Violet hadn’t agreed immediately over the phone earlier was to maintain some dignity and make Director Frost think they weren’t desperate for the part.

Despite lacking leverage, one must always carry oneself with a certain poise.