Being in a devilishly good mood, Quintessa was itching to push Tyrone''s buttons.


    The phone went dead silent, but even through the screen, Quintessa could feel the rage radiating off


    Tyrone.


    "Where the hell are you?" Tyrone''s voice was icy, and his grip on the phone was so tight that he was


    nearly crushing it.


    Peering the reflection of herself in the mirror, Quintessa had a wicked smile, "Like I''d tell you. How else


    am I supposed to enjoy my night with the new guy I''ve hooked up with?"


    Just imagining Tyrone fuming made Quintessa''s mood even better.


    Tyrone let out a coldugh, "Fine, you just wait. You better hope he''s tough enough to keep you safe."


    Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Waiting for you? What for, to watch me and another guy getting cozy?


    Dream on."


    "Yeah, right. I''m noting to watch. I''ming to end you both," Tyrone snapped back.


    "Be my guest. But it might be toote. It''s a perfect night for a fling," Quintessa taunted before hanging


    up.


    She shed a charming smile at her reflection, "Let the show begin."


    With her chin up, and wearing a perfect smile, Quintessa walked out, ready to witness the drama she


    had orchestrated.


    Back at the party, Quintessa scanned the crowd, but did not spot Sean and his wife. They must''ve


    found a quiet corner to stir up some fun. She decided to let them be, so they could add a bit of spice to


    the atmosphere.


    Spotting Ynda from afar, Quintessa nodded slightly, signaling that her n was in motion.


    Then, she saw Jerome wearing a cold expression, with the shy-smiling Miranda beside him, chatting


    with his parents.


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    Quintessa''s smile turned mischievous. Marrying into the Lott family? Not if she had anything to say


    about it.


    Why would she let her dear sister have her happily ever after?


    Gracefully, Quintessa made her way through, turning down several men trying to chat her up, until she


    reached Jerome and wrapped an arm around his. Jerome looked down in surprise, and sensed trouble.


    Nathan and Fiona frowned at Quintessa''s approach; with her face going pale and her hands trembling,


    Miranda knew that Quintessa was here to make trouble.


    "What are you doing here? This isn''t


    your ce. Leave now," Miranda- hissed, wishing she could just push Quintessa away but restrained


    herself in front of Jerome''s parents.


    Quintessa''s smile was honey-sweet, "Why leave? We''re practically sisters. And I should definitely meet


    your future inws, right?"


    Turning to Mr. and Mrs. Lott, Quintessa beamed, "You must be Nathan and Fiona. I''m Quintessa,


    Miranda''s sister. I bet she''s mentioned me."


    Fiona, her hair wlessly styled,


    looked at Quintessa with disdain et


    "Oh, you''re the Young family''s little troublemaker, who always steal other people''s boyfriends." S


    Unfazed by the direct insult, Quintessa had her smile widened "Exactly! From middle school to


    et


    college, my sister had 19 boyfriends, and I''ve snatched them all."