Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Mrs. York's legs weakened, and she grasped Tyrone's arm, "Son, let's quickly take this troublemaker away. If we don't leave now, who knows what might happen next."

Suppressing a smile, Tyrone supported Mrs. York, "Mom, it's not that big of a deal. I thought she had committed a murder or something."

Mrs. York glared at him, "You wish she had committed murder? Hurry up, don't dilly-dally. This is none other than the Harrington family's debutante ball. If this blows up, it'll look bad for both our families. And you and Alex are still good friends, how can you be so thoughtless?"

After her scolding, Mrs. York turned to Quintessa and said, "And you!"

Quintessa took Mrs. York's hand, smiling reassuringly, "I promise to only cause trouble when you're not around."

"That's even worse."

Tyrone's lips curved upwards; his mom didn't really dislike Quintessa that much. This old lady had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

With one arm around each woman, Tyrone said, "Let's head home."

"Mom, don't we need to say goodbye to anyone from the Harrington family before we leave?"

"Why bother? If we tell them, and something happens later, both families will blame us. Once we're home, I'll call Mrs. Harrington and say I'm feeling unwell."” "Mom, you're truly wise. Your IQ seems to have increased."

"Shut it. Just give me less headache in the future."

Quintessa couldn't help but smile. She wasn't afraid of trouble or retaliation, but being protected like this felt warmly familiar.

In light of Mrs. York's presence, Quintessa thought she could be a bit more forgiving towards Tyrone's deceit today.

As they left the hotel and got into the car, Tyrone had barely started the engine when Quintessa spotted a figure approaching them in the rearview mirror.

Quintessa's face cooled gradually. Two seconds later, she said, "Stop the car."

Tyrone saw it too, his face turning

even air than Quintessa's. He

hadn't intended to stop the car but Quintessa directly pulled the handbrake herself.

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Quintessa pushed open the car door and said to Tyrone's back, "You stay in here."

After closing the door, she walked towards the figure.

Mrs. York leaned forward, "Son, what's going on?"

Tyrone's voice was chilling, "It's nothing."

Mrs. York glanced outside, then back at Tyrone, "Oh, a rival in love, huh? This little vixen is quite good at seduction."

"Mom, why are you smart at the wrong times? When you shouldn't be smart, your brain works so well?"

Whack, Mrs. York slapped Tyrone on the forehead, "Talking as if you're so clever. If she doesn't let you come

out, then don't go. Why are you so obedient to her?"

Tyrone glanced at his watch, "Let's wait. I'll give her ten minutes to talk."

He figured Quintessa needed to clear the air with Alexander. He could afford to be generous. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Oh, I'm so irritated, and you're playing Mr. Nice Guy."

"Mom."

"Monica." Alexander's voice sounded somewhat elusive in the dark.

Quintessa regarded him with a cold stare, "I'm not Monica. I'm Quintessa."

Facing Alexander's gentleness, Quintessa's coldness was like a sharp blade.

Alexander nodded, "Alright, I won't call you Monica. Quinn, I've been looking for you for a long time. Why won't you admit that we know each other?"

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