Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 136

At midnight in Zion City Roxanne finally came to her senses in the

Quintessa glanced over at Tyrone, “What’s wrong? Do you think I was too harsh? Do you think, just because I wasn’t really hurt that night, there was no need to be so vicious and leave no way out for others?”

Nope

Tyrone’s response was crisp, without a moment’s hesitation.

He wasn’t exactly a naive person, and he knew all too well that the entertainment industry was a shark tank. If you get played, and you wanted revenge, you either go big or go home. You should make sure they never get a chance to rise again.

Quintessa’s move eamed Tyrone’s appreciation–her actions were decisive and without hesitation.

If he were in her shoes, he’d have done the same.

All Quintessa did was merely return to Roxanne what she had intended to do to her. Life’s like that – tit for tat, and no one’s in a position to judge.

Quintessa was fiercely independent, with a cunning and ruthless streak, and she lacked nothing. Every inch of her was thorny, yet utterly captivating.

When she was schemed against or bullied, she never thought about seeking help from anyone, not even him. She didn’t lean on him, and she orchestrated her entire revenge flawlessly on her own.

Watching her self–reliance, Tyrone felt an odd pang in his ches

But he admired Quintessa immensely. Who would thin

to lace a toothbrush with drugs? Even if the police wanted to collect evidence and suspected the toothbrush, after being used, it would be cleaned thoroughly. What evidence could there possibly be left?

Tyrone watched Quintessa silently, this woman who was terrifyingly lethal, yet irresistibly addictive.

gaze was odd, making Quintessa bristle, “Nope? Then

offend you, in case one day you decide

lips curled, “But you already

said, “Mercy,

you think

they both looked

away, “After all this late–night fuss, let’s just go

Tyrone hadn’t anticipated upon returning to the hotel, Quintessa would pick up her suitcase, ready to bolt.

exit post–revenge. Now that the

the middle of the night! Where the

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had him wait around for two days, even roped him into distributing those racy call cards for her, and

truly, flipped faster than a pancake, burned bridges quicker than a wildfire, and was more infuriating than a politician’s

to ensure nothing was left behind, “I’m heading

you planning to train it back alone? Quintessa, are you playing me

You’re driving, of course. What, you don’t want to?

was at her side in a flash and grabbed her suitcase, “Let’s go

how quickly he

of the local police

quite unsavory. Rosmane was a well–known actress, and this incident was a major blow to the reputation of Zion City’s film and television

was still flushed. She appeared confused and couldn’t quite grasp what was happening as she blankly stared at the

sitting across from her a

Then, the female officer broke the

“why am

mind was a muddled mess. She felt uncomfortable all over, particularly down below. She had no idea what had happened

hazy and unclear. She was no innocent woman, and given her physical state, she had a guess at what might have happened, but the details eluded her. Why couldn’t she

had been violated, but why couldn’t she

slammed her hand on the

Roxanne flinched. “Roxanne.”

license to Roxanne’s