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.

cool, her voice tinged with sorrow, sending Cecilia a clear message: Quintessa was nothing but trash, a home-wrecker just like her

not about to let Quintessa off the

complexion changed instantly, her

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, especially when I think about your man sleeping with me every night, it brings me with immense joy. If you're that capable, why don't

right there, aren't you

of karma; I'm just worrying it might not

does he acknowledge that? He personally told me that seeing an old, ugly, and pretentious woman like you makes him

her tone to one of

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

found

his throat, he played along

look

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