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.

one: prices were negotiable, services could be checked first, and the rendezvous was at the Season

Quintessa logged out, cleared her phone’s cache, and

back, he found Quintessa in her pajamas, sprawled on the

City. Tell them Roxanne’s been caught prostituting? The address

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

– his face a mask of irritation as he approached

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

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

Quintessa’s waist, and playfully nibbled on

and gave it a twist, “Don’t worry. As long as no

up my sleeve, I’d have been finished long ago.” Suddenly, Violet heard

asked, “What’s

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

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

of the line was

a moment of twitching in disbelief, she

sticks to me like glue. I can’t

the conversation, “Heh, well, wrap it