Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 

Quintessa turned around, “You hear that? My man, he has no interest in you.” 

The other actresses‘ faces turned green with envy. 

Tyrone’s smile deepened. 

Quintessa felt cold in her heart. The brighter her smile, the colder her heart was. 

The filming finally came to an end, wrapping up on the last day. 

Quintessa, playing Queen Seraphina, was sentenced to death. The King sent a goblet of poisoned wine, and with eyes full of defiance and deep–seated hatred, Queen Seraphina smashed the goblet to the ground, using her final moments to cast a venomous curse, “If there is another life, I will make sure his royal lineage is obliterated.” 

The doors to the palace closed, Queen Seraphina turned away, and soon after, a great fire engulfed the place. The flames painted the sky red as Queen Seraphina succumbed to death. 

Quintessa–that’s a wrap. 

Due to the heavy filming schedule, the director hosted a modest wrap party for the crew in Quintessa’s honor. 

Fitch, impressed with Quintessa’s performance, handed her a beer, and said, “Keep honing your acting skills. I hope we get to work together again.” 

Clanking her glass against his, Quintessa replied, “Thank you, director. I’ll work hard.” 

She took a sip of her beer as the rest of the cast and crew came to say goodbye, and she thanked each one with genuine warmth. 

To those who had never hurt her, Quintessa was not stingy with her smile. 

The staff had little time for rest, so the wrap party was brief–after a drink and a bite to eat, everyone had to get back to shooting. 

Once the crowd around Quintessa had mostly dispersed, Jonathan came over to her. 

Dressed in his regal costume, with clear, dignified features, he stood there as if truly anointed with the aura of a dragon, a worthy movie emperor indeed. 

Jonathan, carrying nothing in his hands, said, “Go rest well. I look forward to the chance of working together in the future.” 

His words were similar to the director’s, official and polite. 

Quintessa nodded, “Sure.” 

It was as if both had forgotten the awkwardness of that day. 

Jonathan looked at Quintessa’s beautiful face, hesitated, and then said, “As for you and Tyrone, never mind, it’s not my place to ask. Whatever it is between you two, it’s not going to work out.” 

Feigning ignorance, Quintessa probed, “Work out for what?” 

Jonathan smiled, appearing inscrutable, “You know.” 

Quintessa crossed her arms, “What happens between him and me is none of your business, as if saying it would work out for you and me.”