Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Meanwhile, James cautiously entered the CEO’s office after knocking on the door, “Mr. York, everything’s been taken care of. Snow’s music video shoot got halted after just a few scenes.”

Tyrone was toying with a coin between his fingers, his smile cruelly beautiful.

His lips were thin and red, impassively stunning. “No wonder she dared to stand me up. I thought she suddenly learned what ‘backbone‘ meant, but it turns out she’s already cozy with someone else. Didn’t take her long to hook up with Snow after returning to the country.”

James listened silently. Now was not the time to speak.

After Tyrone finished speaking, James clenched his jaw and ventured, “Mr. York, if they can’t continue shooting in the studio, Snow might switch to an outdoor setting.”

Tyrone glanced over, making James shiver.

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James quickly shook his head. Tyrone flipped the coin onto the desk with a snap, “I want him to never finish that shoot.”

James was nervous, “Mr. York, Snow has the backing of Spark Entertainment and BrightStar Media, and he’s a shareholder in both. Isn’t this a bit much?”

Tyrone nodded in agreement, “Yes, it is!”

Before James could relax, he heard Mr. York add, “Tell Kevin to include Bright&Spark in our acquisition plans for this year.”

James nearly collapsed. Could the boss be a little less capricious?

“Yes, sir. I’ll inform him right away.”

James didn’t dare persuade further and quickly left to carry out the orders. He couldn’t wait to leave the office.

Ten minutes later, Tyrone’s phone rang on his desk. He picked up, “Hello?”

A male voice came through immediately, “Boss, what’s going on? You said no more ventures into the showbiz this year, didn’t you?”

Tyrone lazily twirled a pen in his right hand, “I’ve changed my mind.”

Silence filled the other end of the line.

“Any problems?” Tyrone asked.

“No, not at all. All good. I’ll get the acquisition proposal ready ASAP.”

After hanging up, Keyin immediately asked James, who was sitting across from him, “What on earth happened? Who’s got the tyrant this riled up? Haven’t seen him this fired up in ages.”

James sighed, “Got stood up.”

Kevin’s eyes widened in shock, “Damn, who’s got the guts? That’s a death wish.”

With a quarter Serenitian heritage, Kevin’s features were strikingly handsome, with deep–set eyes that widened like an overreactive exotic shorthair cat.

James replied somberly, “A woman.”

Kevin snorted, “Has she been thrown into the moat to feed the fish yet?”

James shook his head, “No, she’s alive and well, better off than either of us.”

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Kevin slammed the desk, “Why? That’s impossible. I’ve known him for years, and no one who’s crossed him has ever ended up well. Just look at me. I’ve never seen an exception.”

“There’s one now,” James said.

“Why? Who is this woman? I’d like to know who the heck has the nerve to tick off Tyrone and get away with it.”

“Probably because he can’t bear to do it.”

Kevin was puzzled; what did that mean?

James stood up. “I need to get back to work. Let’s both tread carefully these next few days.”

A moment after James left, Kevin finally grasped the meaning. When James said “can’t bear“, he probably meant Tyrone couldn’t bear to deal with that woman, so he was making life difficult for everyone else instead.

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