Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 

“Listen, I’ve got serious business tonight. Don’t drag me down.” 

Sprawled out with a heavy heart, Tyrone lamented, “What serious business? Isn’t it just dealing with Roxanne? Don’t you think hooking up with me and maybe having a kid could land you into the Yorks? Now that’s what I call serious business.” 

Quintessa looked down at him with disdain. “Don’t forget, my goal is to become your stepmom!” 

Tyrone was speechless. 

Noticing the time, Quintessa swapped her SIM card for a cheap burner she’d picked up from a street vendor and dialed 911. 

Putting her throat, Quintessa said in a fake accent, “Hello, 911? I’ve discovered someone engaging in illegal activities. Yes, at the Season Hotel, Room 619! There are frequently different strange men entering and leaving.” 

After hanging up, she kicked Tyrone, “Get up, drive me to the entrance of the Season Hotel.” 

“Why?” 

“To watch the show.” 

Tyrone sighed. He wasn’t any CEO; he was just an underling, a lackey. 

The hotel was close by. In a few minutes, they parked across the street from the Season Hotel, turning off the lights so no one would suspect they were inside. 

Soon, several cars pulled up and there are frequently distrange men entering and leaving. 

A few minutes later, a police car arrived, and several officers got out and rushed into the building. 

The police got a room card from the front desk, swiped open the door, and all rushed in, with reporters following behind. 

The scene inside was scandalous! Roxanne’s tastes appeared to be quite eclectic. 

Even the police, no strangers to vice, found the sight unbearable to look at directly. It was downright filthy. 

The journalists, invigorated as if on some kind of high, captured every sordid detail of naked Roxanne–full shots, close–ups, you name 

1. it. 

It was news that would rock the entertainment industry to its core. 

The commotion drew out other hotel guests and cast members, crowding the hallway until it was impassable. 

The police tried to get Roxanne dressed, but she remained on the bed, refusing to get up, her consciousness blurred. Clinging to a man giggling–it was an unbearable spectacle. 

Losing patience, the police found a female attendant in the hotel to throw some clothes on Roxanne, then handcuffed and took her 

away.