Quintessa's declaration was brazen and roguish.

Tyrone and Cecilia were both frozen in place as if under a spell, staring straight at Quintessa.

Quintessa was the very siren who had cast the spell.

From the other end of the phone, Rachel's breaths came quick and heavy, charged with a fury close to combustion.

"Quintessa, do you have no shame? I'm your aunt, and Tyrone is my boyfriend. If you had any decency, you wouldn't stoop to such lows. Are you really setting out to follow in your mother's footsteps? Does stealing someone else's man give you a sense of achievement?"

Rachel's spiritual fortitude was commendable. Had it been Miranda in her shoes, she would have lost her composure and lashed out in a blind rage.

tinged with sorrow, sending Cecilia a clear message: Quintessa was nothing but trash, a home-wrecker just like her mother, rotten to the

to let Quintessa off the

Cecilia's complexion changed instantly, her gaze towards Quintessa turned

raising her chin: "You're right. Taking your man does give me a peculiar sense of achievement, especially when I think about your man sleeping with

it right

chuckled: "I'm not afraid of karma; I'm just

taunted, "Rachel, you keep saying Tyrone is your boyfriend, but does he acknowledge that? He personally told me that seeing an old, ugly, and pretentious woman

changed her tone to one of feigned sweetness

smile. Quintessa's lies came as naturally as breathing, no rehearsal

indeed found Rachel

played along with

shot Tyrone a look that said,

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