Chapter 43


    Ynda’s heart was in turmoil as she gazed at the photos, the proofs of a bitter reality. Memories of her


    sister, who dropped out of college just so Ynda could continue her education, burned in her mind.


    With a steely resolve, Ynda clenched her teeth and dered, “I–I got it.”


    Quintessa tossed another envelope to Ynda, “Here’s Sean’s file. Study it well, Seducing a man takes


    skill. Learn from the tutorials.”


    “How do I get in touch with youter?”


    “Don’t contact me. I’ll reach out if there’s a need.”


    “Alright.


    After Ynda left, Quintessa sat motionless in Central za for a long time.


    She felt a pang of guilt for dragging Ynda, an innocent girl, into her vengeful madness. But once she


    started down this path, she wouldn’t regret it. There was no room for sympathy.


    As she rose to leave, a whistle cut through the air from a group of skateboarders nearby. Quintessa


    nced over nonchntly, and that nce turned into a sly smile. Luck seemed to be on her side.


    Narrowing her eyes at a stylish young man on a skateboard, she whispered few words. with a smirk,


    “Matthew Young!”


    One of the skateboarders, the cherished son of the Young family, her half–brother Matthew, was


    unwittingly ying into her hands, which was a happy surprise.


    Quintessa then fished a small eyebrow razor from her pocket, musing on the wisdom of always


    carrying a “de“.


    She turned and strode over to the parking area by the za. Matthew had always had a thing for


    motorbikes, and Lilian indulged him with only the finest.


    Among the bikes and scooters, a shiny Harley motorcycle stood out. Quintessa surveyed the area – no


    one in sight. She quickly walked over, did what she came to do and turned to leave.


    As she finished, a car cruised by from about two meters away. Tyrone, inside the vehicle, caught a


    glimpse of Quintessa’s fleeting gaze – sinister and malevolent, as if it contained the world’s darkness.


    Even for someone as hardened as Tyrone, that look sent a shiver down his spine.


    “Stop the car,” Tyrone ordered immediately.


    He leapt out, but Quintessa had disappeared. Despite her masked face, he recognized her


    Instantly no hesitation.


    What was she doing out here dressed like that in the dead of night? With suspicion brewing, Tyrone


    climbed back into his car. Before pulling away, he saw Matthew wheeling out his motorbike from the


    parking shed.


    Tyrone squinted. Quintessa had paused by that motorbike. What had she done?


    “Follow him,” Tyrone instructed the driver. Thetter promptly obeyed, “Yes, Mr. York.”


    After trailing for a few minutes, Tyrone watched as Matthew’s bike suddenly careened out. of control. At


    a red light, it smashed into an SUV.N?velDrama.Org content.


    Matthew was thrown high into the air, and then crashed to the ground, unconscious, blood pooling


    beneath him.


    Tyrone understood everything then, the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly. In the shadow


    of the night, those beautiful, gleaming eyes danced with a mboyant light.