Vivian was shivering with fear, "This is illegal, my family won''t let you get away with this."


    Quintessaughed heartily, "Your family? Can your family bepared to the York family that had


    been backing me? You don''t know yet, but I''m practically Mrs. York''s future daughter-inw. Do you


    think Tyrone would let anything happen to me? I can''t be bothered with you.1, 2, Oh, quite the tough


    cookie, aren''t you? Well, no need for a 3 then, let''s just go ahead with it. It''s not like it would make a


    difference."


    As Quintessa''s wrist slowly turned, the liquid in the bottle seemed on the verge of pouring out. Vivian,


    terrified to the point of nearly wetting herself, begged, "Don''t do it, please, no, no, I''ll tell. It''s true, it''s in


    my bag."


    Vivian knew Mrs. York was a soft touch and a bit naive. She really fancied the emerald jewelry set, but


    she also knew that her husband would never fork over seventy thousand dors for it. So, she devised


    a n to swindle Mrs. York. She figured Mrs. York wouldn''t miss the money, and since no one else


    knew whether the jewelry she borrowed was real or fake, as long as she denied everything, the police


    couldn''t prove a thing.


    Vivian intended to pass off a fake if she could, or feign confusion and switch them back if necessary.


    But she didn''t expect Quintessa to show up, who first lowered her guard with a strategy, then came at


    her with sulfuric acid.


    Quintessa nced at the bystanders, who were all too scared toe close, and said to one of them,


    "You, bring it here."


    Trembling, the person picked up Vivian''s bag, and pulled out a ck velvet pouch from it; it was heavy


    with the weight of Mrs. York''s entire jewelry set.


    Quintessa had them hand it over and confirmed it was genuine before putting the jewelry away.


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    Then she lightly pped Vivian''s face, "If you had just given it to me earlier, all this could have been


    avoided. Trying to be clever with me? I''ll y you for a fool."


    Vivian knew she was beaten today. She was furious, but with the threat of acid hanging over her, she


    didn''t dare resist, "I''ve given you the real thing; now let me go." Quintessa nodded, "Sure, you can''t


    stay here."


    Vivian''s heart leaped with hope, "You mean let me go?"


    Quintessa pulled Vivian up, "Tsk,


    you''re as naive as Tyrone''s momet


    huh? Oh, you think just handing over the real deal makes everything alright? You wish."


    Vivian panicked, "What do you want then?"


    Quintessa pushed her forward, "What do I want? An apology is a start."


    Quintessa to the others, "Lead the way. it straight, no funny


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    As nobody dared to y any tricks, they all walked ahead quietly without stirring trouble.


    Mrs. York was anxiously waiting in the coffee shop; for several times she wanted to step out but Manny


    always stopped her.


    "Don''t worry, Quinn''s tough."


    "But they have more people."


    Manny looked up in admiration, "Doesn''t matter. No matter how many they are, they''re nothing in front


    of my Quinn."


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    Quintessa pushing Vivian and the


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    Onto the shop, exwith


    joy, "See, I told you that, nothing to worry about."