Quintessa: "Obviously."


    A silence fell between them once again.


    Quintessa stole a nce at Tyrone. When he was quiet andposed, he really appeared stunningly


    aloof and profoundly inessible.


    Tyrone was a man of many facets, each appearing as real as it was illusory.


    He''d shown remarkable patience for her sake, and yet, Quintessa couldn''t help but wonder-was this


    affection, or was it all just a means to an end? After experiencing and being schemed against so much,


    one can''t help but instinctively think the worst of everything and everyone.


    It was a sad state of affairs, to always expect the worst.


    "Do you believe her arrival was just coincidence?" Quintessa asked.


    Tyrone: "Hmph."


    How could it be a coincidence?


    Being with Quintessa, he''d been so fixated on her that he''d neglected his surroundings.


    Rachel, cunning as she was, but such people were, ironically, easier for Tyrone to predict, likely having


    made moves to investigate after speaking with Quintessa on the phone that morning. Having


    discovered Quintessa was at his private apartment, she followed.


    Unfortunately for Rachel, she was outmaneuvered by Quintessa. When it came to schemes, the two


    women were evenly matched, but in shamelessness, Rachel could not measure up to Quintessa.Content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    The journey passed in silence until Tyrone dropped Quintessa off at Harmony Retreat. Manny''s car


    was already waiting downstairs, pacing anxiously for Quintessa''s arrival.


    "What''s with your ce? Why the sudden renovation?" Manny queried, perplexed.


    Quintessa pointed at Tyrone. "Ask thendlord."


    At the sight of Tyrone, Manny visibly flinched.


    "Where are my things?" Quintessa inquired.


    Tyrone gave her a frosty look and strode into the building.


    "Wait here for me," Quintessa told Manny, and followed Tyrone inside.


    Tyrone was in a mood, ignoring Quintessa as they ascended. The elevator halted on the fifteenth floor;


    he stepped out, and Quintessa, frowning, trailed behind.


    Quintessa watched as Tyrone unlocked the door to apartment 1501. She felt like cursing out loud.


    "Talk about being ostentatious, buying not one but two apartments in this dump."


    Tyrone replied coolly, "You''re right. I''m considering picking up a third."


    Quintessa thought he was joking and brushed it off, but as she entered, she found her luggage piled up


    in the empty room.


    Without any regard for Tyrone, Quintessa began unpacking her suitcase and boxes, casually pulling


    out her intimates and pajamas.


    Tyrone approached and nudged a box with his foot. "About that music video you''re shooting with Snow,


    I''ll let it slide this time. But there better not be a next time, or I can''t promise what I''ll do."


    Quintessa turned, resting her hands on Tyrone''s shoulders, her smile wilting into mischief. "And what


    might you do? You''ve already taken my home and set such a grand goal-to sleep until I wake up


    naturally. Oh, the capabilities."


    Tyrone stood still. "But have I seeded yet? How about giving me a chance?"


    Quintessaughed. "I could give you the chance to sleep with me, but if it causes any serious trouble,


    I''ll have to officially step into the picture. If you still want the York family to have peaceful days, it''s


    better to stay away from me. Your mother wouldn''t want to see me around."