Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

stone was astonished Holy smokos, has this lady been switched? Is she really this kind? Shouldn’t she be plotting to kill Roxanna?

he was in the midst of a sobbing fit when she heard Quintessa’s voice, shivering instinctively. The fear Quintessa instilled in her was genuinely frightening.

Ignoring Quintessa’s insinuation of her being brainless, Roxanne turned and walled even louder, “Quinn, you’ve gotta believe me.

Quintessa strolled over, a playful smirk on her lips, “Of course, I believe you. You’re definitely not that kind of lowlife, right?”

Roxanne’s lips twitched, “Right, I’m not, of course not.”

Internally, Roxanne mulled over the situation. Quintessa was surely not kind–hearted to help her. What in the world was she scheming?

After giving her statement at the police station, with no evidence of Roxanne’s involvement in Quintessa’s supposed kidnapping, the police officer had no choice but to release her, both women leaving together.

Stepping outside, Roxanne’s expression changed instantaneously, her gaze towards Quintessa became a smug triumph. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Quintessa chuckled, “Enjoy your moment, but just you wait, you’ll get yours.”

With no direct evidence from the police and uncertain how long future investigations might take, Quintessa couldn’t afford to wait.

Roxanne, you’re dead!

Roxanne shivered, aware of Quintessa’s cutthroat reputation, but she had powerful backers behind her and was far from intimidated.

Puffing up her chest like a proud peacock, Roxanne strutted to her car.

Quintessa watched her retreat and shook her head, “After so many years, just a change of person but the same old tricks. No originality.

Three years ago, Rachel had drugged her and sent thugs her way.

Now Roxanne was playing the same game, but without involving the press – she wasn’t quite as ruthless as Rachel.

Tyrone wrapped an arm around Quintessa’s waist, leaning heavily on her, “You’re right. It was me who had rescued you back then, and it’s still me this time. You’re destined to be mine.”

Since they’d entered the police station, Tyrone had been silent, curious to see what Quintessa was up to.

Quintessa just laughed.

“You’re right. Bit by the same dog then, and now once more.”

Tyrone raised an eyebrow, “Now that’s what I call fate.”

Used to being compared to a dog, Tyrone was immune. He asked, “You’re not going to let this go easily, are you? What’s your plan?”

“Want to know?”

Tyrone nodded.

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Quintessa patted Tyrone’s cheek, “Back then Rachel plotted against me, and I ended up with you. Now it’s Roxanne’s turn, I’ll go find her.”

Before Quintessa could finish, her mouth was sealed.

Outside the station entrance, Tyrone pinned Quintessa against the car, kissing her passionately. Passersby and officers turned away, feeling a touch embarrassed at the sight.

When Tyrone let go, he scoffed at her, “Her man is a 70–year–old geezer. You think you can stomach that?”

Quintessa smirked coldly, “You’ll see in a couple of days.”

Two days later, Quintessa was ready.

Tyrone got a front–row seat to Quintessa’s ruthless maneuvering, which was impressively vicious.

Having wrapped up her business, Quintessa didn’t return home immediately. She checked out of her hotel but quickly checked into another, sending Manny back to Emberbrook to fetch something for her.

That night, where the moon hid and the winds howled, Quintessa, armed with her item, donned a wig and disguised as a man, reentered the hotel she had stayed in before.