With a loud smack on the table, Quintessa red coldly at Vivian. "So what if I was wrong? And what


    about it if I called you out? Yeah, I''m ying the power card. So what? The one here is Mrs. Cecilia


    York, the queen bee around here. Who the hell do you think you are? Lending you that ne was a


    favor. Don''t bite the hand that feeds you."


    Mrs. York''s eyes widened in shock as she inched closer to Quintessa, seeking some form of


    reassurance or perhaps solidarity.


    Vivian, flushed with anger, stuttered, "You... you... you..."


    Quintessa, towering with arrogance, cut her off. "What about me? Stop dirtying my sight and get lost.


    Or believe me, your precious West family will be filing for bankruptcy by tomorrow morning. Capisce?"


    "I really thought Mrs. York here had some sense, clearly, I was mistaken. Let''s go," Vivian said, leading


    her posse away in a huff.


    Mrs. York, still in a daze, muttered, "We?"


    Quintessa stood up and slipped on her sunsses. "Wait here for me, will ya? Keep an eye on my


    stuff. I''ll be right back."


    Mrs. York, thinking Quintessa was leaving for good, asked, "Where are you off to now?"


    Quintessa just smiled. "To get the real deal back, of course. Did you really think I''d let you take the


    fall?"


    Quintessa dashed off before Mrs. York could protest, leaving her to murmur, "But it''s really okay if we


    don''t get it back."


    Down in the mall''s parking lot, Vivian West murmured doubtfully, "Could we have grabbed the wrong


    set? Those two nes looked identical, but imagine if we identally gave her the real deal." "That


    can''t be."


    "But the way that little schemer spoke, it sounded legit. If it were a fake, Mrs. York wouldn''t just take the


    loss, right?"


    As they debated whether they''d identally enriched Mrs. York or not, a voice suddenly interrupted,


    "Tsk, tsk, tsk. What have we here?"


    They turned around to see Quintessa, who looked like she''d seen a ghost. "You!"


    Quintessa pocketed her phone and approached. "Picking on Tyrone''s mom, are you? Got a death


    wish?"


    Only then did Vivian realize, "You little rat, you tricked me?"


    Quintessa raised an eyebrow. "How else was I supposed to hear the truth?"


    Knowing she couldn''t directly confront them for the ne, she''d resorted to a bit of trickery.


    Fuming, Vivian signaled her cronies to teach Quintessa a lesson.


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    Straddling Vivian, Quintessa shed a mischievous smile. "Why the rush? I was just getting started."


    She pulled out a bottle from her pocket and tauntingly waved it at Vivian. "Guess what I''ve got here?"


    Vivian, in pain, snapped, "You little witch, let me go."


    Quintessa slowly said, "Sulfuric acid."


    The words silenced Vivian and her friends, freezing them in ce.


    "What do you think you''re doing? Don''t you dare."


    Quintessa unscrewed the cap. "With a face like that, a ssh of acid might actually be an


    improvement; it gotta give you a free cosmetic surgery if you will. No need to thank me I''m all about


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    Vivian''s face turned ghostly pale. "No, please, don''t."


    Quintessa leisurely said, "I''ll count to


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