Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 185

James rolled his eyes. Could he be any more shameless?

Just 1 dollar, both Quintessa and her cronies seemed to think you could dismiss someone with pocket change.

As they walked, Tyrone said, "Keep a close eye on Rachel."

Rachel wasn't someone Tyrone respected. Everyone knew her true colors, yet she still played the part of the ice queen, all grace and virtue. Who knows how she might try to get back at Quintessa.

"Got it," James replied.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Mr. York, what about Mr. Harrington's response?"

Tyrone's stride faltered for a second. "Stall him."

James couldn't help but say, "But, Mr. York, it's only a matter of time before he finds out."

"So let them find out," Tyrone said nonchalantly.

Sometimes, in certain situations, 'brotherhood' is just another word for a trap.

Tyrone didn't care about the rest; as long as Quintessa's crew was under his control, it was all a game of timing against Alexander.

As they were walking, Tyrone suddenly stopped.

"Mr. York, what's wrong?"

Tyrone's expression was icy. "Did the contract fail to include a clause that prevented Quintessa from stirring up scandals?"

James shook his head. "It seems we didn't cover that."

"Add it. I don't want to hear about any scandals like the one with Snow again."

It seemed that this premeditated smear campaign hadn't brought Quintessa down after all.

Quintessa took a sip of water. "Getting ready to promote your new album?"

"Yeah, it drops next month. Actually, I kinda rode the wave of your scandal for some free publicity."

"C'mon, Snow, as if God Snow needs to ride on my coattails? Everyone knows you've never needed to use another celeb for publicity in all your years."

Proud and talented, Snow had built his career on raw skill and charisma alone.

He disdained cheap publicity stunts, and this time, it seemed he genuinely wanted to help her out.

"Thanks," Quintessa said to Snow.

Snow suddenly speared a piece of fruit with his fork and held it to Quintessa's lips, "If you really want to thank me, how about honoring me by eating this piece of fruit?"