Chapter 117


    Quintessa let out a breath and blew a strand of bangs from her forehead. She thought to herself the


    irony of her life. It seemed that every time she did something a little shady, someone was there to


    witness it. What was that about? Could she not be a proper viin in peace? Jonathan nced at


    Quintessa’s hands, beautiful, her face, gorgeous; but that heart–damn, it was ruthless. A woman


    assaulting another woman? He couldn’t believe she could say such a thing.


    “You can’t mess with Roxanne’s connections. If she really acted against you, you wouldn’t be able to


    handle it.”


    Quintessa looked at her own palm, which was flushed from the force of her earlier p. With a chill in


    her voice, she retorted, have lifted a finger in the first ce. Once I have, I’m not afraid.”


    Jonathanughed, “Sweetheart, a girl still needs someone who can protect her.”


    Quintessa shot him a look. “Are you volunteering?”


    Jonathan’s clear and refined face showed a hint of a smile. “Can’t I?”


    Quintessa raised an eyebrow, genuinely amused–she hadn’t thought about flirting with this man, but


    was he asking for it himself?


    She rubbed her chin. “It’s not that it’s impossible; it’s just that I…”


    was afraid of her connections, I wouldn’t


    Before she could finish, the door was thrust open. In the resulting disturbance, Tyrone’s tall figure stood


    at the door, his voice chillingly cold. “Quintessa, I dare you to say ‘yes‘. Just try it.”


    Quintessa turned around to see Tyrone approaching and suddenly felt as if a mountain was hurtling


    toward her. His terrible anger sent shivers down her spine.


    She’d never seen Tyrone like this.


    But she wondered, why was he back so soon? She had thought he would be gone for days. Tyrone


    walked up to Quintessa without giving her a chance to speak, pulled her into his embrace, and tilted


    and violent.


    her chin


    up to meet his


    lips. His kiss was like a tornado, fierce


    Quintessa’s mind went nk–damn.


    When Tyrone finally released her, he turned to Jonathan with a cold re. “She is


    Jonathan looked mildly surprised, then nced at Quintessa, who was now


    my


    y woman. Don’t


    even


    think


    about it!”


    rubbing her lips


    Jonathan turned to Tyrone. “Long time no see. When did you arrive Zion City? Let’sdainfully. “No


    wonder you’re not worried about Roxanne.”


    Quintessa paused. So, he thought she was fearless because she was with Tyrone? That was an


    underestimation!


    Quintessa was surprised. “You two know each other?”


    Jonathan nced at Quintessa. “Technically, Tyrone should be calling me


    Quintessa squinted her eyes. So, Tyrone should call Jonathan–uncle?


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    grab a drink tonight.”


    Perhaps thinking of something, a shadow crossed Tyrone’s eyes, his voice cool and detached, “We’re


    not that close. Nothing to catch up on.”


    He took Quintessa’s hand and led her away. “Come on, we’re leaving.”


    Tyrone squeezed her shoulder hard. “Crush any inappropriate thoughts you might have. If I find out you


    dare to flirt with Jonathan, I’ll make sure you’ll never get out of bed again, And as for your adulterer–I’ll


    end him.”


    Quintessa raised an eyebrow; he was really worried she might go for Jonathan. Sheughed. “Oh, how


    very noble. Fine, we’ll see who can’t get out of bed.”


    Tyrone replied, “You’ll find out tonight.”


    Jonathan watched their retreating figures and chuckled lightly.


    What a surprise!