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

and erased all traces of her logging into that account.

back, he found Quintessa in her pajamas, sprawled on

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

end, Violet was flabbergasted: “Good heavens, what

Tyrone – his face a mask of irritation as he approached her.

I up to? Revenge, of course. You know me;

stop Quintessa,

Quintessa’s waist, and playfully

with one hand and gave it a twist, “Don’t worry. As long as

my sleeve, I’d have been finished

she asked, “What’s the

pushed Tyrone’s head away, “Oh, just a

being called a wild man was just fine by him. After all, he was the

expression on the other end of the line

twitching in disbelief, she

“Yep, he sticks to me like

time to end the conversation, “Heh, well, wrap it up and get back soon. There’s still work to be done here.”