Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone gritted his teeth, feeling as if she was painting him as some kind of gold-digger.

He, the dignified Mr. Tyrone York became nothing more than her kept man in her words.

With a scowl, Tyrone retorted, "Hey, Quintessa, you can't be serious?"

Quintessa tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips as she leaned into him, "Don't want money? Fine then, you get nothing."

After a moment, Tyrone blurted out two words: "Get in." All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

He almost shoved Quintessa into the car, closed the door, started the engine to move forward, but was halted by Quintessa's grip, "Back up a little."

Tyrone paused, giving her a suspicious glance, then he sharply turned his head and saw a car parked behind them.

His gaze gradually frosted over. He realized that whenever he was with Quintessa, his intelligence seemed to be wandering outside because his attention was always on this woman.

And this woman, her attention would never fully belong to just him.

Tyrone gave Quintessa a cold stare, "Heh, using me as a pawn."

Quintessa flipped her hair and met his gaze, "It's not the first time, is it? You'll get used to it. You don't have to do it. Go tell her I'm just using you to make her jealous." Before Quintessa could finish, Tyrone suddenly reversed the car.

You could tell how good a driver someone was by how they handled a car in reverse. Though Tyrone had long since given up street racing, his skills were still sharp.

Quintessa hadn't fastened her seatbelt, and her body jerked as the car reversed, her head nearly hitting the door.

In an instant, Tyrone's car was parallel to the one behind them, the windows rolling down.

Tyrone looked at Quintessa indifferently.

Quintessa smiled and took out a powder compact from her bag, raising her hand to smash the window of the adjacent car.

With a loud bang, there was no reaction from inside the car.

Quintessa snorted, really, they could take a hit.

She grabbed a figurine from the car and was about to smash again when the window next to her slowly rolled down, revealing Rachel's pale face.

Quintessa put the figurine down, flashing Rachel a sweet smile, "What a coincidence, Auntie. We just finished talking on the phone this morning, and now, here we are, meeting again. Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn't it, dear?"

Rachel's eyes were red with rage, wishing she could tear Quintessa apart. How could there be such a despicable person in this world?

Trembling with fury, Rachel hissed, "Quintessa, you'll get what's coming to you."

Quintessa arched an eyebrow, "Yet, your man seems to have a thing for me."

She turned to Tyrone, whose face was a mask of ice, "Isn't that right?"

Her voice was laced with melodious charm, as if weaving an intricate spell.

Tyrone's expression darkened further, his deep-set eyes piercing with a bone-chilling cold.

Just when Quintessa thought Tyrone wouldn't play along, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely.

It was a kiss of pure venting, devoid of any tenderness.

Quintessa could feel his rage, as if he wanted to devour her, grind her to pieces, and make her unable to cause any more trouble.

Her lips burned with the intensity of his kiss, yet she played her part with full commitment.

Finally, Tyrone released Quintessa, gripping her chin, "Are you satisfied now, you little vixen?"

Quintessa nodded, "Satisfied, absolutely."