Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 125

Quintessa became highly conspicuous on the main road, so she continually veered into narrow alleys by the roadside. The footsteps behind her grew increasingly nearer. She dared not look back, fearing that a single glance would confront her with the menacing dangers poised to engulf her.

Quintessa’s body was almost beyond her control, moving forward purely on instinctual human survival impulses. Her bare feet were chafed raw by the uneven ground, the constant pain jabbing at Quintessa but keeping her just conscious enough to press on.

Suddenly, her hali was yanked fiercely, bringing her sprint to an abrupt halt. With the tremendous force from behind, her scalp seared with pain as her entire body was dragged backward.

A voice inside Quintessa screamed–Oh, crap!

A split second later, a crisp slap sounded.

spun more dizzyingly as

blurry silhouette. She heard the person clutching her roared, “You wretch, think you can run after

if it might be torn off at

voice icy, “Roxanne sent you, didn’t she? Kill me today, or don’t bother. If I live

enabled Quintessa to maintain her composure at all times, even though this time, she might truly

as long as there was a chance, it was always worth a

thugs momentarily stunned

listen to her, she’s just a minor actress with no backing. What can she do to us? Let’s have our fun with her today, snap a few dozen nude photos, and make

recognizing this as Roxanne’s tactic–cliché but cruel enough to ruin

Group?” she asked with ice

what if we have?”

Tyrone York. Tyrone is

I suppose the President is your secret

barely clinging to consciousness, saw a shadow move. She smiled, blood trickling from her split lips, her laugh chilling in the darkness, “Since you don’t believe, well, you can go to hell.”