Chapter 8


    Rachel clenched her teeth, mustering the poise of ady of the manor; she bit the bullet and said,


    “Tyrone’s in a foul mood. Don’t mind him; I’ll go check on him.”


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    The moment she stepped out, a voice sneered from behind, “Pfft, Mr. York doesn’t give two hoots about


    her, and there she goes acting all high and mighty.”


    Rachel’s teeth were gritted hard, but she had to pretend she hadn’t heard a thing. Her n was to


    badmouth Quintessa in front of Tyrone to turn him against her. Now, it seemed to have backfired


    spectacrly.


    The next morning at the office, James noticed that Tyrone was in a particrly sour mood and didn’t


    dare to speak out of turn. Tentatively, he asked, “Mr. York, Ms. Quintessa Young has been detained for


    almost a week now. Are we really not going to inquire?”


    Tyrone sneered, “Inquire about what? She’s more than capable of dealing with her own messes. She


    doesn’t need your pathetic concern.”


    James bowed his head. For days, Mr. York had been distracted, obviously waiting for Ms. Young to


    come begging to him. It seemed that wait would be in vain.


    A weekter, at Emberbrook International Airport.


    The Young family had all gathered, for today was the day they were sending Quintessa abroad. They


    were eager to “see her off” – and make sure she didn’t cause any more trouble. With a crowd present,


    it was easier to keep an eye on her.


    Tyrone was there too, and even Miranda, along with her boyfriend, Jerome.


    The Youngs couldn’t wait to let the world know that Quintessa, the troublemaker, was finally getting her


    comeuppance.


    Sean said sternly, “It’s almost time. Go through security, and once you’re abroad, hit the books and turn


    over a new leaf.”


    He couldn’t wait for Quintessa to board the ne. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt the


    urge to strangle her.


    To get Quintessa out of prison, he had spent a small fortune, which pained him to even think about. He


    deeply regretted not having cut ties with her sooner.


    Miranda also urged, “Sis, it’s time for your flight.”


    Quintessa was dressed to kill that day, her allure undeniable. Her fox–like eyes sparkled, ready to


    ensnare any man’s soul.


    As Miranda looked at her, her jealousy was hard to contain. No matter how she tormented Quintessa


    over the years, she was like a cactus in the desert – impossible to kill.


    As they grew up, anytime they were together, Quintessa’s radiance overshadowed


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    everyone else. To the world, Quintessa always stood out. The name Miranda, inparison, seemed


    like a cruel joke.


    Quintessa had Just a small suitcase at her feet. She cast azy nce at Miranda, “What’s the rush?


    Worried. I’ll steal your Jay?”


    Miranda gritted her teeth, forcing a smile, “Quinn, I don’t mean to lecture you, but ady should be


    modest. Nobody respects a girl who acts like you do. You should have some self–respect.”


    Ever since Quintessa joined the Young family at eight, Miranda had despised her. After years of


    hostility, she wanted to crush Quintessapletely.


    Quintessa arched an eyebrow, “Oh, really?”


    Suddenly, she reached out towards Jerome’s chest. Everyone was startled as her hand slipped inside


    Jerome’s coat.


    Miranda exploded on spot, “Quintessa, what are you doing? Was seducing Mr. York not enough? Now


    you’re after your brother–inw?”


    Quintessa, unbothered by the usation, swiftly pulled a wallet from Jerome’s pocket.