Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 132

Tyrone naturally followed Quintessa; he wanted to see how Quintessa would act. She had been staying at the hotel long enough to know all the blind spots to the ever–watchful eyes of surveillance.

Arriving outside Roxanne’s room, Quintessa took a key card and swiped it to enter.

Tyrone’s eyes widened in shock. “When did you get that?”

Quintessa cast him á disdainful glance, not wanting to respond to such a foolish question.

Roxanne was out shooting a night scene and wouldn’t be back until late; the room was empty.

Quintessa quickly took out a small vial from her pocket. Tyrone asked her, “What’s this?”

Without answering, Quintessa moved into the bathroom and found Roxanne’s toothbrush. She squeezed two drops from the vial, which was no bigger than an eye drop bottle, onto the bristles. With a sinister smile, she said, “A little concoction that tums a eunuch into a virile man, and frigid women into lascivious ones. Want some?”

Dropping the concoction into water, Roxanne might not drink it, but the toothbrush was different–she would definitely brush her teeth.

where Quintessa got

arms around her waist. “Alright. Let’s take a bit for ourselves.”

quickie in Roxanne’s room? I’m

that no one was

were outside the hotel, Quintessa turned to Tyrone. “Do

an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re actually asking me

waiting for her to ask for

had been

about twenty small cards from her pocket, each printed with

spot crowded with guys and hand

was a mix of bemusement and disbelief.

these kinds of *** call cards! How hilarious!

Tyrone’s facial muscles twitched. “Not up for it? Never mind, I knew it–you’re

snatched the

his teeth, he said,

Who was he?

president from the York Financial Group, on a vacation yet not taking it easy, seeking trouble instead, and now he was distributing call cards. It was his first

no good with her, and now handing out