Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )
Chapter 238

Alexander couldn't be as reckless as Tyrone; after all, it was his sister's coming-of-age party, a once-in-a-lifetime event. He couldn't let it be ruined.

With a forceful glance at Tyrone, Alexander snapped, "We'll settle this later."

Tyrone leisurely adjusted his clothes, "Feel free to come. Brothers settle scores openly. When it comes to women, clarity is key."

Even if Alexander didn't come to him, Tyrone would have to seek him out to explain. They had to clear up the mess between them. Otherwise, this issue would never be resolved. Alexander gritted his teeth, "I'm not going to just hand her over to you."

He left without another word.

Tyrone put on his coat, adjusted his tie, and smirked, "Then let's see if you can take her."

Tyrone tidied up his clothes and returned to the banquet. Looking around, he didn't see Quintessa, but he spotted his mother. He went over to her. "Mom."

Mrs. York was surrounded by a group of society ladies. When she saw him, she immediately pulled him aside, "Where have you been? And why did you bring that little vixen here?" "She's my woman. Of course, I'd bring her. Where is she?"

"Who knows where she went? No manners at all. She didn't even greet me."

Tyrone quickly changed the subject, "Why aren't you wearing the jade jewelry you just bought?"

"Vivian from FusionByte Corporation borrowed it. I couldn't refuse when she asked."

As they chatted, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Ty, Auntie, long time no see."

The mother and the son looked up to see Rachel standing before them in a light blue dress, elegant and poised.

"Rachel?"

Tyrone interrupted with a cold face. "Mom, go chat with your friends. You should be more discerning at your age and not be fooled by appearances."

Unfazed, Rachel warmly offered, "Auntie, let me accompany you. It's been a long time since we last met."

Tyrone held back Mrs. York, "Rachel, don't you have ears? If you're pretending not to hear, you might as well have them removed."

Rachel's face turned pale, "Ty, I know you didn't want to see me. If I'd known you'd be here, I wouldn't have come. But Ms. Harrington personally invited me, and I couldn't be rude and not come." Mrs. York whispered, "Ty, watch your language."

Suddenly, someone squeezed between Mrs. York and Tyrone, grabbing their arms, "What's the gossip? Fill me in.”

Rachel's hand clenched tightly when she heard the voice, and her smile nearly cracked.

Mrs. York, startled by Quintessa's sudden appearance, "You scared me!"

Quintessa affectionately said, "Auntie, it's been a few days since we last met. You look even more beautiful. Thank you for lending me your clothes last time. Next time I visit, could you make me your famous barbecue ribs? I've been craving them for days."

Mrs. York pursed her lips, "Who's going to cook for you? I cook those for my son."

"You love your son, your son loves me, so you love me too, isn't it the same?" Quintessa turned her head, "Isn't that right, darling?"

Tyrone pinched Quintessa's cheek, "You have a point. Where did you disappear to?"

Quintessa shot him a cold glance, "My heart was hurt by a bastard, so I went to replace a good man to heal. Is there a problem with that?"