Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York, with a heart full of grievances, clung to Quintessa's arm as if she had finally found her comrade-in-arms in a battle for justice. Her pitiful demeanor was heartbreaking. Quintessa sighed. It was tough seeing an elderly lady like Mrs. York being pushed around at her age. Clearly, some folks thought they could take advantage of her kind nature and force her into a corner. Quintessa gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, "I'm here for you. What's there to worry about? It's just a piece of jewelry. Let me take a look."

Across from them, Vivian eyed Quintessa suspiciously, "And who might you be?"

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Who am I? None of your business. And you, borrowing jewelry from Mrs. York? Please, you don't even look like you could afford such fine things."

"So, Mrs. York, you've brought reinforcements, huh? Think we'll back down because of that? Let me tell you, your slander against me won't just be

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on purpose? My bad, it was an accident. Vivian, right? Since you're from the well-respected West family, you need not make a mountain out of a molehill for a bag. Surely, you're not so broke that you can't

brag, but my family specializes in these kinds of gems. I can spot

feeling bewildered. Since when was

words made Vivian and her group visibly uneasy. Vivian huffed, "Go ahead, check it. Real or fake, it doesn't matter

and the craftsmanship is divine. Look at the quality of this diamond, it's so pure it looks like it could drip water. How could this be fake? You must have been

discreetly squeezed Mrs. York's hand under the