No matter what, Tyrone yed along, and Quintessa''s heart settled back into ce.


    Her daring behavior was actually due to her belief that Tyrone was now more interested in her, and


    moreover, he disliked Rachel even more.


    Quintessa knew Tyrone was in a foul mood, and if she pushed too hard, he might really turn on her.


    Turning to Rachel, Quintessa said with feigned regret, "Oh, what a pity, I''ve got a scene to shoot


    tonight, so I can''t chat with you, Auntie. But no worries, we''ll have plenty of time to catch upter, we''ll


    have a ''good'' talk."


    Quintessa snuggled up to Tyrone''s arm. "Honey, let''s go."


    A chill flickered in Tyrone''s eyes as he started the car.


    Rachel was seething. From start to finish, Tyrone''s eyes had been locked on Quintessa, not sparing


    her a single nce, ignoring how Quintessa was bullying her.


    Rachel was burning with hate.


    Suddenly, she shouted, "Tyrone, see clearly! Quintessa is using you, she just wants to get back at me


    through you. She doesn''t really like you, she''s using you as a pawn. Don''t let her fool you, I''m the one


    who truly loves you!"


    The car had already started. Quintessa popped her head out and taunted Rachel, "Sorry, sweetheart,


    your man is just too handy. I''m keeping him."


    The next second, Quintessa was yanked back forcefully, the car window slowly rolled up and locked.


    Rachel''s hands clenched the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the departing car like a venomous


    snake.


    She repeated under her breath, "Quintessa, Quintessa, Quintessa..."


    Damn her, that sly vixen!


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    She dared to be so arrogant right in front of her, even more hateful and detestable than she was three


    years ago.


    If Tyrone hadn''t been in that car, she would''ve floored the gas and crashed into it at full speed. As long


    as Quintessa lived, she was Rachel''s torment.


    Rachel was nearly at her breaking point.


    She had schemed for over three years, being extremely cautious to earn Cecilia''s approval. She


    thought that, whether Tyrone liked her or not, he would marry her for Cecilia''s sake.


    She was beautiful, educated, graceful, virtuous-no one was more suited to be the youngdy of the


    York family.


    But Quintessa returned. Having seduced Tyrone three years ago, and unexpectedly, upon her return


    three yearster, she so easily became involved with Tyrone again.


    Quintessa was doing it all to spite her, to see her suffer.


    Rachel closed her eyes, teeth grinding in anger.


    Quintessa, one day you''ll regret this. I''ll make sure you have no life left topete with me.


    The atmosphere in the car was awkwardly quiet.


    Quintessa watched the darkening skies outside, noticing the streetmps would soon light up the


    evening.


    As the lights started glowing, Tyrone asked, "Am I handy for you?"


    His voice was cool, not overtly angry, but frosty nheless.


    Quintessa turned to him, "Yeah, pretty handy indeed."


    The best way to get back at Rachel was through Tyrone. All she needed to do was cozy up to him in


    front of Rachel and it would send her into a rage. Tyrone smirked, "So you really believe I''d y


    along?"


    Quintessa shook her head, "I don''t, which is why I''m betting-betting that if you still want me, you''ll y


    along."


    Tyrone''sugh was scornful. "You''ve won your bet."