Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa's smile slowly faded. "Auntie, cherish these few good days you have left. It's time for us to settle our score."

With Quintessa's return, the Youngs' halcyon days were numbered.

It was time for the Young family to repay what they owed her and her mother over the years. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Before Rachel could utter a word, Quintessa ended the call and blocked her number. Handing the phone back to Cecilia, she said, "Take good care of this, Auntie."

Cecilia snatched the phone from Quintessa's grasp, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're the Quintessa that Rachel warned me about."

Just by hearing this, Quintessa knew Rachel must have bad-mouthed her to Cecilia well in advance. But it didn't matter to her; she had never intended to enter the York family anyway. With a nod, Quintessa admitted, "Yep, that's me. The daughter of 'that home wrecker, the uncontrollable flirt who supposedly seduces men left and right. Spot on, don't you think?"

Cecilia gaped at Quintessa, shocked at her brazen self-assessment.

Pointing a finger, Cecilia spat out, "You shameless woman."

Quintessa shrugged. "Tsk, tsk. Everyone says I'm shameless. You're neither the first nor the last."

Cecilia huffed, "My son would never fall for someone like you. You better keep your distance and stop hounding him."

Quintessa glanced at Tyrone. "Ha! You really think your son is loved by all? If it wasn't for him crying and pleading, clinging onto me desperately, do you think I would spare him a glance?" Tyrone, caught

off guard, touched his nose and cleared his throat, feeling utterly sidelined in the verbal sparring between his mother and Quintessa.

Cecilia slammed the table. "What's not to like about my son? He's rich and handsome."

No matter her own complaints, Cecilia wouldn't stand for anyone else disparaging her son.

Quintessa smirked dismissively. "I've got plenty of rich and handsome men at my beck and call. I'm not limited to your son. With my looks and my figure, I can lure any man I want." Tyrone interjected coldly, "Say that again, Quintessa. I dare you."

Quintessa gave him a sidelong glance. "Did I say something wrong?"

She yawned, "I'm off to bed. Don't disturb me."

She went straight into Tyrone's bedroom, leaving Cecilia sputtering in her wake. "As long as I live, you will never be a part of the York family."

Quintessa shook her head, turned around and said to Cecilia. "Oh dear, calling you old isn't wrong. What use is there in being a part of your York family? As you know, I like to seduce other people's men. As long as I have your son wrapped around my finger, I have access to the houses, cars, and money. Is a title really that important?"

With that, she blew Tyrone a flirtatious wink and slammed the door shut.

Cecilia was left gasping in fury. "You're still not breaking it off with her? That little vixen! And she's Rachel's niece! Tyrone, how am I supposed to speak well of you?"

Tyrone massaged his temples. "Mom, please. Just leave this business to me."

"So, are you breaking it off with her or not?"

"Not a chance," Tyrone replied without hesitation.