Chapter 9

Quintessa flung open her purse and deftly extracted the cash inside before tossing the wallet to Jerome, “Jerome. Consider the cash compensation for your girlfriend’s offense against me.

Jerome’s handsome face momentarily registered surprise but quickly regained his usual refined composure. His eyes, hidden behind those wire–rimmed glasses, twinkled with interest. With a slight curl of his lips, he responded smoothly, “Safe travels.”

Miranda’s face twisted with anger, “Quintessa, even if you have no shame, we do. What’s the difference between you and a streetwalker?”

Quintessa ignored Miranda’s words, carelessly stuffing the money into her handbag, “My dear sister, after all these years, you still haven’t learned. How many times have I told your not to provoke me? Otherwise, I can’t predict what I might do.”

Spencer clenched his teeth, “Quinn, what are you trying to pull? It’s not like we haven’t given you money.”

Since when? I

to her. Aside from a small suitcase and

were exiling her. They’d probably rejoice if

Youngs turned sour as if they had swallowed something foul. Sean was nearly

it, I won’t go. I’m in

he managed to keep his fury in check. He pulled out his wallet and

notion of being called reckless with money. She yanked the cash from his hand, a paltry three to four hundred bucks

and thought that if they weren’t useless abroad, she might as well have taken them all.

earlier, things would be so much simpler. Keep pinching pennies like this, and you’ll be bankrupt before you know it.”

the exchange. His eyes narrowed as he watched Quintessa’s graceful figure. A nameless rage

glanced at him once the whole

Since you’ve

am.”

as if she were magnanimous and kind, seemingly letting Quintessa off the hook but with every word aimed to wound, short of saying, “Don’t be so promiscuous; stop hopping

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