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.

were negotiable, services could be checked first, and the rendezvous was at the Season Hotel,

her phone’s cache, and erased all traces

Quintessa in her pajamas, sprawled on the bed, making a call.

notify the paparazzi in Zion City. Tell them Roxanne’s been caught prostituting? The address is the

flabbergasted: “Good heavens,

– his face a mask of irritation as he approached

am I up to? Revenge, of course. You know me; I’m not the type to stay

was anxious, but she knew she couldn’t stop Quintessa, “Make sure you don’t get caught.”

down, wrapped his arms around Quintessa’s waist, and playfully nibbled

twist, “Don’t worry. As long as no one finds out the leak came from you,

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

asked, “What’s the sound?”

just a wild man I’ve

man was just fine by him. After all, he was the

on the other end of the line

in disbelief, she asked,

to me

decided it was time to end the conversation, “Heh, well, wrap it up and get back soon. There’s still work