Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 133

Tyrone steeled himself as he approached the task at hand, telling himself not to think of them as people, but rather as skewers–something impersonal, and to avoid looking at them.

Tyrone moved swiftly, tossing out a card at each table without a second glance.

With each flick of the wrist, he felt as though it wasn’t just a card he was throwing away, but pieces of his dignity.

Once he’d distributed the last of the cards, he didn’t bother to look back to see if anyone was following. He just bolted, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Back at the hotel, Quintessa was gearing up for plan B. Call cards alone might not be enough.

She took out her smartphone, launched WhatsApp to register a new account with a risqué photo she found online. She then searched for a standard escort’s pseudonym – “Naughty Annie” – changed the username and got ready to start shaking her phone!

Sure enough, in no time, several nearby users started adding her, inquiring about her rates.

prices were negotiable, services could be checked first, and the rendezvous was at the Season Hotel, Room 619, after 10

cleared her phone’s cache, and

her pajamas, sprawled on

City. Tell them Roxanne’s been caught prostituting? The address is the Season Hotel, Room

other end, Violet was flabbergasted: “Good heavens, what are you up

a mask of irritation as he approached her.

know me;

but she knew she couldn’t stop Quintessa, “Make sure you

his arms around Quintessa’s waist, and playfully nibbled on

his face with one hand and gave it a twist, “Don’t worry. As long as no one finds out the leak came from you,

me twice. I’ve been in the business for many years. If I didn’t have a few tricks up my sleeve, I’d have been finished long ago.” Suddenly, Violet heard a strange noise over the phone, sounding like someone smacking their lips as

“What’s the

Tyrone’s head away, “Oh, just a

tune it out; being called a wild man was just fine by him. After all, he was the only

the other end of the line was beyond description.

of twitching in disbelief, she

at Tyrone, “Yep, he sticks to me like glue. I can’t shake him

the conversation, “Heh, well, wrap it up and get