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 what are you thinking

man, I better not offend

“But you already have.”

“Mercy, please.”

deepened, “Do you

light of the car, they both looked into

look away, “After all this late–night fuss, let’s just go back and get some sleep.”

hotel, Quintessa would pick up her suitcase, ready to bolt.

packed, ready for a swift exit post–revenge. Now that the matter was resolved, staying

exclaimed, “Damn, it’s the middle of the night! Where the heck do you

At 11 PM?

into distributing those racy call

bridges quicker than a

room to ensure nothing was

How are you planning to train

am I going back? You’re driving, of course. What, you don’t want to? If not, then forget

was at her side in

at how quickly he changed

local police

the reputation of Zion City’s

couldn’t quite grasp what

her a

Then, the female officer broke the silence. “Your name, please”

Roxanne asked, “why am I

what had happened or why there were two police officers in front of

woman, and given her physical state, she had a guess at what might have happened, but the details eluded her. Why couldn’t

been violated, but why couldn’t she remember?

her hand on the table, “Name!”

Roxanne flinched. “Roxanne.”

driver’s license to Roxanne’s face.