When the cops knocked on the door, Quintessa had just rolled out of bed where Tyroney.The air was


    still thick with the scent ofst night’s steamy escapades, clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor – a


    testament to the passion that had unfoldedst night.The persistent fierce knock at the hotel room door


    didn’t faze her as she leisurely showered, slipped into her clothes, and applied her makeup with the


    meticulousness of someone in her own apartment.Who was she? Quintessa the notorious, the ultimate


    femme fatale, always had to look dazzling, outshining everyone with her radiance.


    Tyrone, bare-chested, still bore the tell-tale crimson marks of Quintessa’s nails on his skin, a mottled


    pattern of desire. He lit a cigarette, “You know, if you ask nicely, I might just be able to shave a couple


    years off your sentence.”Quintessa sauntered over, plucked the cigarette from his lips, took a drag, and


    then ced it back between his lips.Her slender hand yfully pped his cheek, taunting him in a


    manner reminiscent of a flirtatious tease, “Mr. York, next time you go hunting for ady, keep your eyes


    open. Don’t think just because you’re loaded, I can’t outsmart you.”Indeed, the man she had bedded


    was her aunt’s man, the dream of every woman in Emberbrook, the sole heir to York Financial Group –


    Tyrone York.His looks? Only those who’d seen him knew. His wealth? Perhaps even he couldn’t


    fathom.Otherwise, Quintessa wouldn’t have been able to resist bonking him.Ranked as the city’s most


    coveted one-night stand, Tyrone had spent the previous night tangled in the sheets with her. Quintessa


    couldn’t help but feel a sense of achievement; after all, not everyone could boast such a conquest.After


    that night, her verdict on the man? Rich and undeniably forceful. In every aspect, Tyrone had his


    pride.The police snarled outside, ”


    Open up, or we’re breaking down the door!”Quintessa, confident she looked presentable, turned to


    answer it, but Tyrone suddenly grasped her wrist, “This is yourst chance, Quintessa. Are you sure


    you don’t want it?”His eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, his lips thin, nose sharp – he was the


    epitome of detached beauty, always wearing a smirk of nonchnt arrogance. Those eyes, no matter


    who they were fixed on, were cold and indifferent; seemed devoid of warmth or emotion.Quintessa


    raised an eyebrow, “What, got feelings for me now? Don’t tell me you’re nning to dump your fiancée


    to fool around with me. Since when did the illustrious Mr. York be so sentimental?”His grip


    tightened in an instant, nearly crushing her wrist, “You sleeping with me, all just to get back at the


    Young family?”She blinked at him coquettishly, and then leaned in, her breath a whisper against his


    skin, “I slept with you because you’re Rachel’s man. Isn’t that something you’ve known all along? Why


    the act of innocence?”From the moment she first saw Tyrone, she knew his heart was as cold as his


    blood; he was prideful, looked down on everyone, including her aunt, Rachel Young. No one could


    probably catch his eye.Darkness clouded his gaze as he spat out, “You’re despicable.”Her rosy lips


    curved, “Indeed, and that’s why you’re hooked by me, aren’t you?”With a thunderous crash, the door


    burst open and a motley crowd surged in – cops, reporters, and the Young family members from the


    oldest to the youngest.Quintessa’s aunt Rachel stormed at her, hand raised, and delivered a stinging


    p across her face, “Quintessa, you tramp! Do you realize this is my fiancé? Do you get it? He’s


    supposed to be your future uncle-inw, and here you are seducing him! Have you no shame?”Tears


    streamed down Rachel’s face, her visage a portrait of sorrow that could soften people’s


    heart.Quintessa licked her split lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood. She nced at the frenzied


    reporters, their cameras clicking like crazed crickets, and sneered. And then, in a swift move, she


    wrapped her arms around Tyrone’s neck and kissed him passionately. The crowd gasped and


    murmured as the cameras captured the scandalous moment.Tyrone hesitated, fully aware of what


    Quintessa was doing. He should have pushed her away, should have pped her for this brazen act,


    but, damn it all, he didn’t. Instead he responded, wrapping his arms around her waist.Her waist was so


    slender; it was as if she had no bones at all. His brain, his body – they both remembered all too well


    how she moved, like a siren’s call.After a heated kiss, Quintessa released Tyrone and looked up at


    Rachel, saying, “That’s right.


    I’m shameless. I deliberately slept with your man. What are you going to do about it?”The crowd was


    aghast.A mistress caught in the act should be running for cover, humiliated, shouldn’t she? But this


    woman, she was brazenly defiant, kissing her future uncle-inw right in front of her aunt. Truly, there


    was no limit to her audacity!Rachel was so shocked she forgot to cry, her trembling finger pointed at


    Quintessa.Finally, a sympathetic police officer stepped forward and uttered, “Quintessa, you’re under


    arrest for embezzlement and assault. Please,e with us.”Quintessa cooperated, extending her


    hands for the cold handcuffs that strangelyplemented her wrists with a twisted beauty.As the


    police escorted Quintessa out, she paused by Rachel, whispering in her ear, “You had the gall to y


    me, so I slept with your man. Let’s see who gets thestugh.”Rachel’s face instantly went pale.The


    night before, she had plotted against Quintessa, drugged her, hoping she’d get addicted to drugs and


    then be defiled by some street thugs, all to be exposed by the media. Her whole life would be ruined


    totally.But somehow, Quintessa had turned the tables and ended up bonking Rachel’s own fiancé.


    Rachel gritted her teeth with utter venom.At the guest room door, Quintessa saw her father Sean, her


    stepmother, and her half-brother. They watched silently as she was taken away, their faces barely


    concealing their schadenfreude. Within the same family, Quintessa was the thorn they all wished to


    pluck.Embezzlement, assault – these usations were the filth her family had sshed upon her.A


    malicious glint shing in her eye, Quintessa addressed her father, “Dad, don’t forget to visit. I’ve got


    something you want, and if you don’t show, I might just toss it.


    Who knows who’ll pick it up then.”Sean’s face twisted into a mask of disgust, “I’m so disappointed in


    you; I never imagined it woulde to this. I thought I’d give you a chance to intern at thepany


    after graduation, but your greed knows no bounds. You had the audacity to embezzle funds. Who gave


    you such courage? Even now, with your back against the wall, you show no remorse. How did our


    family ever produce a ck sheep like you?”Quintessa sneered, “Disappointed? You haven’t seen true


    despair yet.”A police officer nudged Quintessa from behind, “Quit dragging your feet; let’s move.”In the


    end, Quintessa left her father with meaningful words, “Dad, remember what I said. Time is running


    out.”Tyrone impassively watched Quintessa being led away, her demeanor unshaken in the face of


    doom, a wild recklessness that cared for nothing. A monster must dwell in that woman’s


    heart.“Quintessa’s been caught! She’s been caught in an affair! She’s headed to jail!”“Quintessa of


    Emberbrook, the notorious rich girl, has finally yed herst hand!”The reporters Rachel had called


    were ecstatic to the point of madness.“Quintessa, the second daughter of the Young family ofN?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    Emberbrook, was caught in bed with her own uncle-inw, and that adulterer was none other than


    Tyrone.”“Who’s Tyrone? There isn’t a man in all of Emberbrook handsomer or wealthier than Tyrone.”“If


    this news breaks, it will dominate the headlines in a heartbeat, a juicy tale of feuds and entanglements


    within the halls of the wealthy.”But the reporters’ excitement was short-lived, cut off by the York family’s


    bodyguards.The explosive story was suppressed thoroughly; by the time they emerged again, the


    faces of those with the scoop were ashen, their cameras, phones, video recorders, and voice


    recorders, all smashed to bits.Trying to scandalize Mr. Tyrone York in Emberbrook?


    That was a death wish.Tyrone slipped into the clothes his assistant had brought him, as Rachel wailed


    before him, “Tyrone, I know, it must have been Quintessa who seduced you. Like father, like son. Her


    mother was a mistress, and so is she. Just like that vile woman, that tramp, born to lure in men. My


    brother should’ve never brought her back, should have let her die out there. I was so good to her, and


    she repaid me like this. I must have been blind to not see how low and venomous she was.”Rachel was


    five years older than Quintessa and bore a slight resemnce to her. As Tyrone looked at Rachel


    spewing venom at Quintessa, he felt a deep revulsion. There was nothing about her he could stand


    anymore.He used to think she was at least observant and obedient, and when she lied to others,


    iming to be his fiancée, he couldn’t be bothered to correct her. It saved him the trouble, after all.But


    now, he saw her for what she was: as foolish was she, she still pretended to be clever. Another nce


    would just sully his eyes.Tyrone’s hand shot out, gripping Rachel’s chin, “I don’t make a habit of hitting


    women, but don’t y smart with me. You’re nothingpared to your niece.”Rachel gasped,


    “Tyrone.”“Get lost.”Despite her unwillingness, Rachel dared not anger Tyrone. She had schemed hard


    to be Tyrone’s fiancée, a status she had reached with great difficulty. She could not let Quintessa


    ruin everything she had worked for.