Chapter 68


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    Tyrone shed a mischievous grin, “You talk like you’re some kind of fairy who could devour me


    whole.”


    Quintessa’s lips curled into a sly smile as she replied smoothly, “Yeah, I’m a siren who lures men to


    their doom, especially guys like you.”


    “I guess I’ll have to take you up on that ride then. I’ve always had a thing for dangerous women.”


    Quintessa knew then that Tyrone was intent on pursuing her. She nodded, yfully pinched his neck,


    and chuckled, “Looking for trouble, are you?”


    Tyrone, feelingpletely unfazed, responded, “Would you dare?”


    The next second, Quintessa got into the car.


    “Since you’re so willing, I might as well indulge you.’


    Noticing that Quintessa hadn’t buckled up, Tyrone didn’t remind her. “Where to?”


    In the dead of night. Tyrone felt strangely invigorated.


    Quintessa nced at him sideways, “For a murder, it’s always the usual spot.”


    Tyrone started the car and after about fifteen minutes, they pulled up at Central za.


    From afar, Quintessa could see the lone, dark silhouette on the square. The ce was deserted at this


    hour, making the figure all the more conspicuous.


    Quintessa hopped out of the car, “Wait here.”


    Tyrone caught her hand, and pressed into her palm, “I’ve already witnessed you in action, what else is


    off–limits?”


    Quintessa grabbed his wrist with a reverse grip and gave him a beguiling smile, “That’s right, Mr. York,


    better keep your distance when I’m up to no good. If you know too much, who knows, I might have to


    silence you tonight.”


    Her words were tinged with ambiguous threat.


    “What if I insist oning along?” Tyrone challenged.


    Quintessa ced a hand on his shoulder, “Then try me.”


    Their eyes locked in the dim light of the car.


    Quintessa withdrew her hand and pushed the car door open to step out. Tyrone watched her.walk


    away, his eyes narrowing in thought. This woman was a damned enchantress.


    He didn’t follow her. Pushing Quintessa too hard might backfire spectacrly. She needed to be


    handled with


    care.


    Quintessa, now masked and hatted, approached the figure named Ynda.


    “You’ve arrived,” Ynda acknowledged.


    Nodding, Quintessa pulled a packet from her pocket and handed it over.


    “What’s this?” Ynda asked, while taking it.


    “Poison. The kind that kills,” Quintessa replied; her voice, which was chilling to the bone, sliced through


    the night.


    Ynda’s hand trembled slightly.


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    Quintessa spoke coldly, “Lately, Sean’s been a handful. Handle this well, and you’ll have the perfect


    chance to reel him in. The poison is colorless and tastases, but if a little at a time, and it’ll slowly act,


    not even a doctor Could defect it Whether you use it or not, that’s up to you.


    Ynda was torn for a moment before she made up her mind and gripped the packet tightly.


    “Alright, I understand.”


    “Good luck,” Guintessa wished.


    “And to you as well,” Ynda returned.


    After Ynda left, Quintessa turned to leave in the opposite direction.


    Back in the car, Quintessa said, “Let’s go.”


    “Where to now? Tyrone asked.


    Quintessa blew on her nails, with a devilish grin spreading across her face. “My dear little brother’s


    been in the hospital for days, and I’ve yet to pay him a visit. As a sister, I feel somewhat remiss!”


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