Chapter 93

Quintessa arched an eyebrow, with a playful smirk gracing her lips. “Of course I’m different. I’m even more stunning than I was three years ago, more enchanting. Otherwise, how could I keep you so hopelessly captivated?”

Jerome had to concede, “You’ve got a point.”

Indeed hopelessly captivated. So much so that despite knowing she was scheming against him, he still covered for her and kept her return a secret.

Lately, Jerome had been at his wit’s end over Zenobia’s drama, feeling like his head was about to explode. Yet, he hadn’t even considered throwing Quintessa under the bus.

Part of the reason was just as Quintessa said he had his pride. But another reason was that he was curious to see just how far she would go.

“Since you’ve taken on the role of the leading lady in ‘Shadows of the Past,” Jerome said, “you might as well play it to the hilt. At least do justice to Zenobia, who’s caught in the crossfire, thanks to you.”

At the end of the day, Jerome still felt that Quintessa’s framing was unfair to Zenobia.

handed me the role. It was mine to begin with. I’m just taking back what’s mine. Why should I thank you?

Jerome glared.

you not to stir up another one. What’s mine is mine, and no one can take that from me. Otherwise, they’ll find out just how fierce my bite can

his eyes narrowed. There was a wild allure about her that

setting, he might have taken her right

forgot to mention,” Jerome called out leisurely, “I didn’t come to see Zenobia. I came for

wouldn’t have it. She had slashed her wrists yesterday – not

upon

would lead to Miranda’s suicide

such a great mood

“No.”

“What a pity.”

genuine; if Miranda were dead, it would save Quintessa the

room 501,” Jerome said before

asked, “Shall we go?”

something to

“What’s that?”

of yours and

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