Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Tyrone gritted his teeth, feeling as if she was painting him as some kind of gold-digger.

He, the dignified Mr. Tyrone York became nothing more than her kept man in her words.

With a scowl, Tyrone retorted, "Hey, Quintessa, you can't be serious?"

Quintessa tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips as she leaned into him, "Don't want money? Fine then, you get nothing."

After a moment, Tyrone blurted out two words: "Get in."

He almost shoved Quintessa into the car, closed the door, started the engine to move forward, but was halted by Quintessa's grip, "Back up a little."

Tyrone paused, giving her a suspicious glance, then he sharply turned his head and saw a car parked behind them.

His gaze gradually frosted over. He realized that whenever he was with Quintessa, his intelligence seemed to be wandering outside because his attention was always on this woman.

this woman, her attention would never fully belong

a cold stare, "Heh, using me as a

get used to it. You don't have to do it. Go tell her I'm just using you to make her jealous." Before Quintessa could finish,

car in reverse. Though Tyrone had long since given up street

jerked as the car reversed, her head nearly hitting

parallel to the

looked at

powder compact from her bag, raising her hand to smash the window of the

loud bang, there was no reaction from

snorted, really, they

again when the window next to her slowly

flashing Rachel a sweet smile, "What a coincidence, Auntie. We just finished talking on the phone this morning, and now, here we are, meeting again. Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn't it,

with rage, wishing she could tear Quintessa apart. How could there be such a despicable person in this

fury, Rachel hissed, "Quintessa, you'll get

"Yet, your man seems