Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Lilian tapped her forehead, “You don’t get it, kiddo. If we throw punches in the detention. center, It’s not her that’s going down it’s us. Once she’s out of the country, there are a million ways to make her disappear without a trace.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sean nodded in agreement, “Your mom’s right. We need to get her out and ship her off abroad. Once she’s out there, who’s gonna care what happens to her? There are a hundred ways to make her demise look like an accident.”

Miranda rolled her eyes and turned to Rachel, “Rachel, how are things with you and Mr. York these days?”

Rachel snapped back to reality and replied nonchalantly, “Things are good.”

Miranda curled her lips, “Well, our family is lucky to have someone as even–tempered as you. If it were Jay getting seduced by that snake Quintessa, I’d be bawling my eyes out, swearing to take her down.”

Sean scolded, “Miranda, zip it.”

Miranda huffed but fell silent. The youngest of the Young family, Matthew, who had been quiet, drawled, “Are we done here? If so, I’m heading back to my room.

Lilian stroked her son’s hair with affection, “Go on, dear. Don’t miss your classes

tomorrow.”

Matthew subtly dodged his mother’s hand and made his way upstairs.

Back in her room, Rachel was restless. That bitch Quintessa still had dirt on her brother.

Thinking of Quintessa was like having a bone stuck in her throat. The thought of her walking free churned Rachel’s insides with hatred. She couldn’t do anything to Quintessa now, but she couldn’t stand doing nothing either.

She glanced at the clock; it wasn’t even 11 PM yet. Rachel stepped out. If she couldn’t stop Quintessa from getting out, she had to do something – at least make Quintessa repulsive in Tyrone’s eyes..

She headed straight for Tyrone’s usual haunt – Luxe Haven Club.

The club was Tyrone’s own creation, not for profit, but for his personal enjoyment and comfort.

Arriving there, she found all the notable young men of Emberbrook gathered, but among this elite crowd, Tyrone stood out effortlessly. In any gathering, his presence shone the brightest – next to him, others were mere stars beside the sun and moon.

While the others were busy flirting with their dates, Tyrone was the picture of calm. Two gorgeous girls were massaging his legs, and no one dared to make a peep.

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Rachel watched Tyrone, utterly captivated. Such an extraordinary man, she had to have him, no matter what. She couldn’t let Quintessa touch him again.

She approached and sat down, but Tyrone acted as if she were invisible. As Rachel tried to think of what to say, she blurted out some trivialities before playing the victim.

“Tyrone, you might not believe it, but Quintessa’s threatening my brother. She’s dragging our family down with her even though she’s the one who committed a crime. She even turned on her own father. I’ve never seen anyone more vile, more malicious. She’s a dent. Today, she might cling to you because she needs you, but tomorrow, she could turn on you in a heartbeat. You have to be careful with her.”

Suddenly, Tyrone splashed the drink in his hand onto one of the girls massaging his legs and barked, “Get lost.”

The girls scrambled away as Tyrone stood up and left.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Rachel felt like a clown, and Tyrone hadn’t even spared her a glance.

Her face burning with humiliation, Rachel was acutely aware of everyone’s eyes on her, making her wish she could just disappear.