Tyrone gritted his teeth, feeling as if she was painting him as some kind of gold-digger.


    He, the dignified Mr. Tyrone York became nothing more than her kept man in her words.


    With a scowl, Tyrone retorted, "Hey, Quintessa, you can''t be serious?"


    Quintessa tilted her head, a yful smile ying on her lips as she leaned into him, "Don''t want


    money? Fine then, you get nothing."


    After a moment, Tyrone blurted out two words: "Get in."


    He almost shoved Quintessa into the car, closed the door, started the engine to move forward, but was


    halted by Quintessa''s grip, "Back up a little."


    Tyrone paused, giving her a suspicious nce, then he sharply turned his head and saw a car parked


    behind them.


    His gaze gradually frosted over. He realized that whenever he was with Quintessa, his intelligence


    seemed to be wandering outside because his attention was always on this woman.


    And this woman, her attention would never fully belong to just him.


    Tyrone gave Quintessa a cold stare, "Heh, using me as a pawn."


    Quintessa flipped her hair and met his gaze, "It''s not the first time, is it? You''ll get used to it. You don''t


    have to do it. Go tell her I''m just using you to make her jealous." Before Quintessa could finish, Tyrone


    suddenly reversed the car.


    You could tell how good a driver someone was by how they handled a car in reverse. Though Tyrone


    had long since given up street racing, his skills were still sharp.


    Quintessa hadn''t fastened her seatbelt, and her body jerked as the car reversed, her head nearly


    hitting the door.


    In an instant, Tyrone''s car was parallel to the one behind them, the windows rolling down.


    Tyrone looked at Quintessa indifferently.


    Quintessa smiled and took out a powderpact from her bag, raising her hand to smash the window


    of the adjacent car.


    With a loud bang, there was no reaction from inside the car.


    Quintessa snorted, really, they could take a hit.


    She grabbed a figurine from the car and was about to smash again when the window next to her slowly


    rolled down, revealing Rachel''s pale face.


    Quintessa put the figurine down, shing Rachel a sweet smile, "What a coincidence, Auntie. We just


    finished talking on the phone this morning, and now, here we are, meeting again. Fate works in


    mysterious ways, doesn''t it, dear?"


    Rachel''s eyes were red with rage, wishing she could tear Quintessa apart. How could there be such a


    despicable person in this world?


    Trembling with fury, Rachel hissed, "Quintessa, you''ll get what''sing to you."


    Quintessa arched an eyebrow, "Yet, your man seems to have a thing for me."


    She turned to Tyrone, whose face was a mask of ice, "Isn''t that right?"


    Her voice wasced with melodious charm, as if weaving an intricate spell.


    Tyrone''s expression darkened further, his deep-set eyes piercing with a bone-chilling cold.


    Just when Quintessa thought Tyrone wouldn''t y along, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and


    kissed her fiercely.


    It was a kiss of pure venting, devoid of any tenderness.


    Quintessa could feel his rage, as if he wanted to devour her, grind her to pieces, and make her unable


    to cause any more trouble.


    Her lips burned with the intensity of his kiss, yet she yed her part with fullmitment.


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    Finally, Tyrone released Quintessa, gripping her chin, "Are you satisfied now, you little vixen?"


    Quintessa nodded, "Satisfied, absolutely."