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.”

have you? Since when?

stingy when it came to her. Aside from a small suitcase and

were exiling her. They’d probably

expressions on the faces of the Youngs turned sour as if they had swallowed something foul. Sean was nearly grinding his teeth to

miss it, I won’t

fury in check. He pulled out his wallet and handed her some cash, “You’ve always been reckless with money. Try to be more frugal abroad. We’ll

notion of being called reckless with money. She yanked the cash from his

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

bag, “If you had been this generous earlier, things would be so much simpler.

as he watched Quintessa’s graceful

woman hadn’t even glanced at him once the whole time.

night against you. Since you’ve called me ‘auntie‘, I’ll give you some advice. You

am.”

were magnanimous and kind, seemingly letting Quintessa off the hook but with every word aimed to wound,

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