Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 300

Director Frost angrily threw down his headphones. Everything was going well, the performance was almost finished, but it was interrupted by the inexplicable screams of these two actresses, and now they had to start all over again.

“What’s wrong with you two? If you don’t want to film, then get lost!” Director Frost yelled.

Quintessa got up from the ground and tidied her hair.

Leona and Crystal were extremely aggrieved. They both held onto their legs, gritting their teeth in anger. Tears were swirling in Crystal’s eyes as she cried, “We’re sorry, Director. We didn’t mean for this to happen. We’re so sorry.”

Crystal was a very attractive crier. Some people just had that talent, making people feel pity when they cried.

Seeing Crystal being “bullied” like this and still unwilling to blame Quintessa, Leona felt annoyed. She grabbed Crystal and said to the director, “Director, it’s not that we don’t want to film. It’s her. She’s the one preventing us from filming.”

The director frowned. “Who?”

Leona turned around and pointed accusingly at Quintessa. “It’s her, Quintessa! She deliberately pricked us with needles. This woman is venomous, spiteful, and malicious. She stabbed us dozens of times. We couldn’t bear it and that’s why we cried out in pain. She’s been provoking us repeatedly because she thinks we’re easy targets.”

Everyone looked at Quintessa. The director’s face turned extremely ugly. He knew that drama between actors was inevitable, but he wouldn’t tolerate anything that affected the shooting schedule.

“Quinn, did you do this?” Director Frost asked coldly.

He knew that Quintessa wasn’t well-liked on the set. This girl naturally attracted negativity, especially among the female actors. Everyone thought she got her roles by sleeping around.

“If you don’t, it proves you’re guilty, that you’ve got something to hide.”

Quintessa remained unfazed. “I’ll show my hands for you to see, but what if there’s no needle in my hand? Everyone knows I have a bad temper. If I did it, I’ll admit it. But if I didn’t, I won’t let anyone slander me without consequences.”

Leona said bitterly, “Stop disgusting people. The needles have to be in your hand. If there’s no needle in your hand, you can do whatever you want with me.

Leona felt that Quintessa was just trying to stall for time with all her talk. In such a short time, the needle must still be in her hand. Even if it wasn’t in her hand, it must be on her body.

Quintessa nodded. “Alright, then I won’t be polite. If there’s no needle in my hand, you’ll slap yourself in the face while saying ‘I’m the despicable one, I’m the shameless one,’ just say it a hundred times.”