Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Kevin shook his head in exasperation, “Man, Mr. York, this has been going on for days, and it’s totally wrecking me.”

Tyrone swirled his drink nonchalantly, “If you can’t stand the heat, go hang with Franklin.”

At the mention of Franklin, Kevin waved his hands frantically, “No, no. I’m great, really. I can pull an all– nighter, no sweat.”

He had desire to trek up to the highlands where Franklin was roughing it. The last photo he’d seen made Franklin look like a total hobo, and it scared the bejesus out of him.

Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Even with his usually angelic demeanor, that laugh could make one’s heart race and face flush.

The girls in the private room couldn’t help but steal glances his way.

The other guys, sensing their thunder being stolen, weren’t thrilled. Dammit, the guy was hogging all the

attention.

So, one of them, craving the spotlight, blurted out, “Hey, I’ve been wondering, what’s with Jerome’s thing for Miranda? She’s like a she–devil. Just the other day, she sent some starlet to the ER. Nearly wrecked the poor girl’s face. Man, if it were me, I’d have ditched her ages ago. What’s the Young family anyway? Acting all high and mighty?”

Heads turned at his words.

One of the girls chimed in, “Maybe Mr. Lott’s really in love with Ms. Miranda Young? Maybe he likes her fiery spirit?”

“Pssh, cut it out. If it were true love, he wouldn’t be all over that starlet. Did you guys see those photos? I’ve got them on my phone. Jerome and that girl were all over each other in the parking lot. Looked like Jerome was ready to take her right there. Guys are all the same. Jerome plays Mr. Clean, but behind closed doors, once the pants come off, they’re all the same.”

Kevin’s curiosity piqued, “What photos? Let me see

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Kevin took a look and said, “Wow, look at Jerome’s face; seemed he was burning with desire. He’s usually so prim and proper. What happened next? They probably went at it right there in the parking lot.” Before Kevin could finish, the phone was snatched from his hand. He turned around and found Tyrone holding the phone, with an odd expression on his face.

Kevin chuckled awkwardly, “Bro, Jerome’s really something else in private, huh?”

“That woman, is it Zenobia?”

Tyrone’s voice was eerily calm, and Alexander gave him a side glance.

Having known Tyrone for years and being a top–notch lawyer himself, Alexander had a sharp sense about his case. He instantly picked up on the unusual tone in Tyrone’s voice.

The phone’s owner nodded, “Yeah, Mr. York, that’s the starlet Zenobia. When Miranda saw the pictures, she went ballistic, knocking the girl out cold. They had to call an ambulance, and she’ll probably be in the Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

hospital for a month.”

Looking at the photos, Tyrone suddenly laughed.

Everyone knew Tyrone had a charming laugh, which was enough to captivate anyone who heard it. Those who had seen it would say that if you haven’t seen Tyrone laugh, it’s like you’ve never seen the sunrise.

The room fell silent, no one daring to speak.

Only Alexander, Tyrone’s childhood friend, could see the truth. That laugh wasn’t joy–it was ferocious, a sign that Tyrone was on the brink of rage.

Alexander sneaked a peek at the photos. The couple seemed to be kissing; though the woman’s face was obscured, her figure looked suggestively attractive.