Chapter 117

Quintessa let out a breath and blew a strand of bangs from her forehead. She thought to herself the irony of her life. It seemed that every time she did something a little shady, someone was there to witness it. What was that about? Could she not be a proper villain in peace? Jonathan glanced at Quintessa’s hands, beautiful, her face, gorgeous; but that heart–damn, it was ruthless. A woman assaulting another woman? He couldn’t believe she could say such a thing.

“You can’t mess with Roxanne’s connections. If she really acted against you, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Quintessa looked at her own palm, which was flushed from the force of her earlier slap. With a chill in her voice, she retorted, have lifted a finger in the first place. Once I have, I’m not afraid.”

Jonathan laughed, “Sweetheart, a girl still needs someone who can protect her.”

Quintessa shot him a look. “Are you volunteering?”

Jonathan’s clear and refined face showed a hint of a smile. “Can’t I?”

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, genuinely amused–she hadn’t thought about flirting with this man, but was he asking for it himself?

She rubbed her chin. “It’s not that it’s impossible; it’s just that I…”

was afraid of her connections, I wouldn’t

door was thrust open. In the resulting disturbance, Tyrone’s tall figure stood at the door, his voice chillingly cold.

Tyrone approaching and suddenly felt as if a mountain was hurtling toward

Tyrone like

walked up to Quintessa without giving her a chance to

her chin

to meet his

like a tornado,

went

her, he turned to Jonathan with a cold glare. “She

glanced at Quintessa, who was

my

y woman. Don’t

even

think

about it!”

rubbing her lips

time no see. When did you arrive

she was fearless because she was with Tyrone? That was an underestimation!

surprised. “You two know

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