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.

at

had all gathered, for today was the day they were sending Quintessa abroad. They were eager to “see her off” – and make

and even Miranda, along

to let the world know that Quintessa, the troublemaker, was finally getting her

and once you’re abroad, hit the books and turn over a new leaf.”

couldn’t wait for Quintessa to board the plane. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt the urge to strangle

of prison, he had spent a small fortune, which pained him to

urged, “Sis, it’s

allure undeniable. Her fox–like eyes sparkled,

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

anytime they were together, Quintessa’s radiance

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The name Miranda, in comparison, seemed like a cruel

She cast a lazy glance at

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