Chapter 8

Rachel clenched her teeth, mustering the poise of a lady of the manor; she bit the bullet and said, “Tyrone’s in a foul mood. Don’t mind him; I’ll go check on him.”

The moment she stepped out, a voice sneered from behind, “Pfft, Mr. York doesn’t give two hoots about her, and there she goes acting all high and mighty.”

Rachel’s teeth were gritted hard, but she had to pretend she hadn’t heard a thing. Her plan was to badmouth Quintessa in front of Tyrone to turn him against her. Now, it seemed to have backfired spectacularly.

The next morning at the office, James noticed that Tyrone was in a particularly sour mood and didn’t dare to speak out of turn. Tentatively, he asked, “Mr. York, Ms. Quintessa Young has been detained for almost a week now. Are we really not going to inquire?”

Tyrone sneered, “Inquire about what? She’s more than capable of dealing with her own messes. She doesn’t need your pathetic concern.”

James bowed his head. For days, Mr. York had been distracted, obviously waiting for Ms. Young to come begging to him. It seemed that wait would be in vain.

later, at Emberbrook International Airport.

were sending Quintessa abroad. They were eager to “see her off” – and make sure she didn’t cause any more trouble. With a crowd present,

too, and even Miranda,

world know that Quintessa, the troublemaker, was

once you’re abroad, hit the books

board the plane. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt the

small fortune, which pained him to even think about. He deeply regretted not having cut

“Sis, it’s

kill that day, her allure undeniable. Her fox–like eyes sparkled, ready to ensnare any man’s

at her, her jealousy was hard to contain. No matter how she tormented Quintessa over the

anytime they were together, Quintessa’s radiance

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always stood out. The name Miranda, in comparison,

a small suitcase at her feet. She cast a lazy glance at Miranda, “What’s the rush?

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