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.

with sorrow, sending Cecilia a clear message: Quintessa was nothing but trash, a home-wrecker

about to

complexion changed instantly, her gaze towards Quintessa turned

wavered, still as charming as ever. She looked at Tyrone, raising her chin: "You're right. Taking your man does give me a peculiar sense of achievement,

it right there, aren't you afraid of

afraid of karma; I'm just worrying it might not come

your boyfriend, but does he acknowledge that? He personally told

one of feigned sweetness and

lies came as naturally as

he indeed found

played along

look that said, "good,

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