Quintessa''s smile slowly faded. "Auntie, cherish these few good days you have left. It''s time for us to


    settle our score."


    With Quintessa''s return, the Youngs'' halcyon days were numbered.


    It was time for the Young family to repay what they owed her and her mother over the years.


    Before Rachel could utter a word, Quintessa ended the call and blocked her number. Handing the


    phone back to Cecilia, she said, "Take good care of this, Auntie."


    Cecilia snatched the phone from Quintessa''s grasp, her eyes zing with anger. "You''re the Quintessa


    that Rachel warned me about."


    Just by hearing this, Quintessa knew Rachel must have bad-mouthed her to Cecilia well in advance.


    But it didn''t matter to her; she had never intended to enter the York family anyway. With a nod,


    Quintessa admitted, "Yep, that''s me. The daughter of ''that home wrecker, the uncontroble flirt who


    supposedly seduces men left and right. Spot on, don''t you think?"


    Cecilia gaped at Quintessa, shocked at her brazen self-assessment.


    Pointing a finger, Cecilia spat out, "You shameless woman."


    Quintessa shrugged. "Tsk, tsk. Everyone says I''m shameless. You''re neither the first nor thest."


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    Cecilia huffed, "My son would never fall for someone like you. You better keep your distance and stop


    hounding him."


    Quintessa nced at Tyrone. "Ha! You really think your son is loved by all? If it wasn''t for him crying


    and pleading, clinging onto me desperately, do you think I would spare him a nce?" Tyrone, caught


    off guard, touched his nose and cleared his throat, feeling utterly sidelined in the verbal sparring


    between his mother and Quintessa.


    Cecilia mmed the table. "What''s not to like about my son? He''s rich and handsome."


    No matter her ownints, Cecilia wouldn''t stand for anyone else disparaging her son.


    Quintessa smirked dismissively. "I''ve got plenty of rich and handsome men at my beck and call. I''m not


    limited to your son. With my looks and my figure, I can lure any man I want." Tyrone interjected coldly,


    "Say that again, Quintessa. I dare you."


    Quintessa gave him a sidelong nce. "Did I say something wrong?"


    She yawned, "I''m off to bed. Don''t disturb me."


    She went straight into Tyrone''s bedroom, leaving Cecilia sputtering in her wake. "As long as I live, you


    will never be a part of the York family."


    Quintessa shook her head, turned around and said to Cecilia. "Oh dear, calling you old isn''t wrong.


    What use is there in being a part of your York family? As you know, I like to seduce other people''s men.


    As long as I have your son wrapped around my finger, I have ess to the houses, cars, and money.


    Is a title really that important?"


    With that, she blew Tyrone a flirtatious wink and mmed the door shut.


    Cecilia was left gasping in fury. "You''re still not breaking it off with her? That little vixen! And she''s


    Rachel''s niece! Tyrone, how am I supposed to speak well of you?"


    Tyrone massaged his temples. "Mom, please. Just leave this business to me."


    "So, are you breaking it off with her or not?"


    "Not a chance," Tyrone replied without hesitation.