Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 181

James didn't even need to think before he blurted out, "Yes, yes. I'll get to the bottom of it. I'll find out everything about how Ms. Quintessa Young and Mr. Harrington met, with every single detail."

The last thing he wanted was to be sent to the highlands to replace Mr. Franklin. He would rather endure the daily grind under the big boss than set foot in that place.

Tyrone glanced at his phone and said, "Set up a meeting with Violet. I need to talk to her."

James nodded frantically, "Right away. Should I keep it from Ms. Quintessa Young?"

Tyrone looked up sharply. "What do you think?"

That look sent James scurrying like a frightened rat.

"Understood clearly," James stammered as he dashed out the door, fighting the urge to burst into tears.

Shirley, walking up with some documents, saw James' pale face and asked, "What's up?"

James wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced at Shirley's papers, giving her a friendly warning, "Shirley, you might want to think twice about going in there."

Shirley chuckled, "No worries. The boss is always in a mood. Reminds me of my mom during her menopause."

James shook his head, "Shirley, this is different. You won't be able to handle it. I've said my piece. If you insist on going in, I won't stop you, but I'll be there to pick up the pieces of you."

After imparting his grim prophecy, James staggered away, his steps unsteady.

Shirley looked at the documents in her hand, then back at James, and finally at the CEO's office door before deciding to make a swift exit.

Snow's fans were in turmoil, with bystanders joining in the frenzy, flooding both Snow's and Quintessa's Twitter feeds with comments, which caused the slander to lose steam.

Violet finally breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to the slander, a romantic gossip with Snow was as welcome as a gift in the middle of a snowstorm, as it helped Quintessa dodge a bullet.

It was only with this reassurance that Violet dared to meet with Tyrone.

Feeling anxious, Violet met Tyrone; upon seeing him, she mused to herself that only a siren like Quinn could handle such a prime specimen of a man.

Just look at those legs, that face, that noble and aloof demeanor, that aura that seemed to keep others at bay. Who else but Quinn could get close to him?

But what exactly was the status between Quinn and this princely Tyrone?