Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 

Sean felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. His son had been in a car accident, his daughter was in turmoil, and to top it off, his company was facing endless complications these past few days. He couldn’t remember a time he had felt more drained. 

With a frustrated shake of his head, he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. 

Driving through the city. Sean pulled up to a modest suburban neighborhood. He rang the doorbell twice and was greeted by the door swinging open. As he stepped inside, he wrapped his arms around the young woman waiting for him, “This is the only place that brings me peace” 

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water, she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. 

As Sean sank into the plush comfort of the sofa, the young woman turned to fetch the water. She discreetly added a white powder from a container into the glass. It dissolved instantly, leaving no trace 

She handed him the water with a gentle smile, the picture of tenderness and charm. 

Back at her own place. Quintessa was met by her agent Violet, who was already waiting for her. 

“Check out these pictures from last night,” Quintessa said, while showing her phone to Violet. “Can you even tell it’s me?” 

Violet’s eyes widened in surprise, “Is that you?” 

The person in the photos sported a pixie cut, a baseball cap, and a style of clothing far removed from Quintessa’s usual flair. It was only the silhouette that bore any resemblance, and even then, Violet would 

not dare to assume 

With a flick of her long hair, Quintessa grinned, “So you can’t tell, huh? What do you think will happen if I 

send these to Miranda?” 

Violet, privy to some of Quintessa’s family drama, asked with concern, “Aren’t you afraid shell come after you?” 

Quintessa scoffed, “Come after me? How could she? And even if she tried, she’d be looking for Zenobia What’s that got to do with me?” 

The previous night, Quintessa had deliberately dressed up to mimic Zenobia for her rendezvous with 

Jerome 

Violet felt a pang of sympathy for Zenobia, “So, is Zenobia just an unwitting scapegoat?” 

“Not at all, Quintessa retorted. “She stole my role. I’m just reclaiming what’s mine. Besides, I’m not framing her. She actually did have a fling with Jerome.” 

Quintessa had always been clear: what was hers was hers alone, and no one was allowed to snatch it away. Even if it’s taken, she would fiercely reclaim it. Her possessions and her territory were off–limits to all 

Violet probed further, “So, by sending the pictures, you’ll get the role again? Is Jerome on your side?” 

Quintessa’s fingertips traced over her phone, her smile was blooming as she browsed through the photos, “Whether Jerome helps me or not is irrelevant now. What matters is that the role will never end up with Zenobia again” 

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