Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

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Chapter 89 Tyrone couldn't help but laugh, letting out a mocking sound that reverberated through the room. "Quintessa, you truly are the most ambitious woman I've ever met." So many women longed for his attention and his approval; here he was, hand extended, waiting for her to grasp it, but she just wouldn't bite.

Quintessa's gaze was icy as she retorted, "Flattery will get you nowhere. You're also the most repulsive man I've ever encountered," At her words, Tyrone felt the anger he had managed to quell flared up again. His phone suddenly rang, cutting through the tense air. He scowled as he fished it out and saw it was Alexander calling.

"What do you want?" Tyrone answered brusquely.

"Are you back in town?" Alexander asked straight to the point.

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Tyrone glanced at Quintessa, who lay motionless on the bed, and responded, "Yeah, I'm back." "Did you take care of business?" "More or less." He figured today's lesson would keep Quintessa in line for a while.

"Then can you meet me? It's urgent," Alexander pressed.

"Where are you?" Tyrone asked before hanging up.

Reluctantly, Tyrone prepared to leave. He couldn't shake the feeling that Alexander's call meant real trouble. He took one last look at Quintessa's disheveled form, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction, and picked up his jacket. As a parting gesture, he 'kindly' untied the necktie binding her wrists.

Quintessa was a mess. Her hair was clung to her face, and her lips were swollen and bleeding from where Tyrone had bitten her. She was a far cry from her usual radiant self now looking fallen, pitifully beautiful, and maddeningly enticing.

Tyrone couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her, but this kiss was different, as it was tainted with the salty taste of blood. Yet, he was spellbound.

Quintessa remained unresponsive throughout, as lifeless as a stone.

After releasing her, Tyrone gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Letmake this clear: when I want to play, you'll play along, no questions asked. You want to mess around? Fine. But that will wait until I'm done with you. If there's a next time, the way you cback to this country is the way you'll leave it." Quintessa's icy stare could chill to the bone; it seemed her fox-like eyes held the depth of a winter's midnight. "Be smart, Quintessa. Don't make any more trouble for me," Tyrone warned before he stood to leave.

As he reached the door, her hoarse voice stopped him, "Tyrone, you better pray to God that you never fall forbecause if you do..." The threat hung in the air, unfinished but clear.

Tyrone didn't look back or respond.

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1/2 19:36 Chapter 89 Love her? That woman? The thought was laughable.

Downstairs, as Tyrone approached his car, he saw James manhandling a guy, pinning him down in the backseat with a hand clamped over his mouth as if interrogating him. What the hell are you doing, James? Tyrone frowned.

"Mr. York, this is Ms. Quintessa Young's assistant. He, go upstairs, so stopped him, James explained hurriedly.

Waiting in the car had been agonizing for James. When he saw Quintessa's assistant Manny attempting to go up, he couldn't let it happen - not with the possibility of Tyrone up there wreaking havoc. He needed to keep watch. So he had grabbed Manny, pulled him into the car, and started grilling him for information. "Mr. York, I got sintel. Those photos held by Miranda were taken by this guy." Tyrone paused, processing the information. This guy had taken those photos?

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