Chapter 4
Rachel nodded, “Well, then rest up. I'll swing by tomorrow to check on you.”
Once she stepped out the door, her eyes instantly filled with venomous hate, her hands clenched sotightly her nails dug into her flesh.-
"Quintessa, I won't let you prance around freely anymore.”
Tyrone's assistant, James, approached, and Rachel quickly masked her spite with a smile, “James.”But James brushed past her, knocking on a door and disappearing inside. Rachel's face. darkened.James asked in a hushed tone, “Mr. York, about that Ms. Quintessa Young situation, do we continueto intervene?”
Tyrone scoffed, “Intervene? Did she beg you for it?”
“No, she did not.”
“If she's so damn proud, why should 1 lift a finger? Otherwise, she might think I'm desperate.”James bowed his head lower; looked like Mr. York wanted Ms. Young to come to plead. Hewondered if someone like Ms. Young would ever stoop to ask for help.
Tyrone's gaze swept over the disheveled bed, the stark white sheets marred by a stain of red, whichstung his eyes.
When Quintessa got nabbed, everyone who knew her — relatives, friends, classmates, neighbors —breathed a sigh of relief..
Because everyone thought Quintessa was rotten to the core; she deserved to be punished. With herfox-like beauty and her penchant for flashy outfits, she just didn't seem
trustworthy.
Her mother was a home-wrecker, and so was she, outdoing even her mother in cunning. Shesnatched her sister's boyfriend, seduced her aunt's fiancé, and stole her best friend's man. She was ahomewrecker through and through. So now that she was locked up. everyone spat in disgust andthen said with satisfaction, “She had it coming!”
People always suspected that a day like this would come for Quintessa, the sly temptress. At last, itseemed like justice had been served, and there was much rejoicing.
On the fourth day of her detention, Quintessa’s father — Sean finally showed up.
Although they were blood-related, at that moment, they seemed like mortal enemies. Sean hissed,"Quintessa, what the hell do you want?"
She spread her hands, “What do I want? Look at me now. What more could I possibly want?”Dressed in the detention center's jumpsuit, her hair tied back with a simple rubber band, her facebare of makeup, her lips chapped.
Yet even so, she looked still strikingly alluring. Some women just had that indescribable charm, nomatter what they wore, flashy attire or something in tatters.
Their appearance might not be gorgeous, but they exuded an intoxicating allure. Touched. themonce, and you were ensnared for life.
Sean stared into Quintessa’s eyes. She was smiling, but her gaze was icy cold. Sean. quickly feltuneasy and looked away, admitting, “The case against you is strong, the evidence solid. There's noway you're getting out.”
Quintessa sneered, “Solid evidence? Dad, have you hurt your brain? I won't waste words with you.You have two days. If I'm not out by then, well, I guess you'll have to come in here and join me.”Solid evidence? All the charges against her were the result of the Young family's meticulous plottingand scheming
Embezzling funds? That was her dear father’s doing. Assault with intent? That was her step-sister'stactic
But no matter, she had dirt on Sean, and she had ways to get out.
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