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.

making Quintessa bristle, “Nope? Then what

better not offend you, in case one day you decide to poison my

lips curled, “But you

said, “Mercy, please.”

you think

car, they

this late–night fuss, let’s just

returning to the hotel, Quintessa would pick up her suitcase, ready

ready for a swift exit post–revenge. Now that the matter was resolved, staying here could lead to

hearing Quintessa intended to leave, Tyrone exclaimed, “Damn, it’s the middle of the night! Where the heck do you think you’re going?”

At 11 PM?

roped him into distributing

quicker than a wildfire, and was more infuriating than a politician’s promise.

the room to ensure nothing was left behind,

his teeth, “This late, do you have a plane ticket? How are you

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

finish, Tyrone was at her side in a

twitched, marveling at how

the local police

of Zion City’s film and television

appeared confused and couldn’t quite grasp

from her a

officer broke the silence. “Your name,

asked, “why am

down below. She had no idea what had happened

but the memories were hazy and unclear. She was no innocent woman, and given her physical state, she had a guess

been violated, but why

officer slammed her hand on the table,

Roxanne flinched. “Roxanne.”

a driver’s license to Roxanne’s