Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 261

Mrs. York, with a heart full of grievances, clung to Quintessa's arm as if she had finally found her comrade-in-arms in a battle for justice. Her pitiful demeanor was heartbreaking.

Quintessa sighed. It was tough seeing an elderly lady like Mrs. York being pushed around at her age. Clearly, some folks thought they could take advantage of her kind nature and force her into a corner.

Quintessa gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, "I'm here for you. What's there to worry about? It's just a piece of jewelry. Let me take a look."

Across from them, Vivian eyed Quintessa suspiciously, "And who might you be?"

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Who am I? None of your business. And you, borrowing jewelry from Mrs. York? Please, you don't even look like you could afford such fine things."

Vivian, stung by the remark, retorted while pointing at Mrs. York, "So, Mrs. York, you've brought reinforcements, huh? Think we'll back down because of that? Let me tell you, your slander against me won't just be brushed aside. If it comes to it, we'll settle this at the police station."

With a clang, Quintessa grabbed a coffee cup from beside Mrs. York and slammed it on the table. The coffee splashed high, drenching Vivian's brand-new Louis Vuitton bag. Vivian screamed, "My LV, oh my. It's new, how dare you."

Quintessa spread her hands and pulled out a couple of napkins to wipe her hands, "Oh, was that on purpose? My bad, it was an accident. Vivian, right? Since you’re from the well-respected West family, you need not make a mountain out of a molehill for a bag. Surely, you're not so broke that you can't afford a little mishap."

Quintessa picked up an emerald necklace from the table, "Let's see what's wrong with this jewelry. Not to brag, but my family specializes in these kinds of gems. I can spot a fake a mile away. Trying to fool Cecilia? No chance."

Mrs. York watched Quintessa, feeling bewildered. Since when was she in the gemstone business?

Quintessa's words made Vivian and her group visibly uneasy. Vivian huffed, "Go ahead, check it. Real or fake, it doesn't matter to me. I know what I know."

Quintessa smirked; her fingers traced the emerald necklace before holding it up to the sunlight. She appeared incredibly professional. After a moment, she expressed surprise, "Oh my, this is real. Top-grade imperial diamond, and the craftsmanship is divine. Look at the quality of this diamond, it's so pure it looks like it could drip water. How could this be fake? You must have been mistaken earlier."

Mrs. York panicked; it was supposed to be a fake. Hastily, she said, "But I..."

Quintessa discreetly squeezed Mrs. York's hand under the table, reassuring her, "Take another look. Trust me."

Mrs. York blinked, her eyes still red and looking confused yet innocent. She didn't understand Quintessa's plan but instinctively played along, nodding slowly, "Oh. I must have been mistaken. It does seem real."

Vivian and her companions exchanged looks; her eyes flickered with uncertainty.

Vivian, with a cold expression, conceded, "So, it is real. Mrs. York made a mistake and falsely accused us. Relying on being a member of the York family, can't you even say sorry?"