Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 262

With a loud smack on the table, Quintessa glared coldly at Vivian. "So what if I was wrong? And what about it if I called you out? Yeah, I'm playing 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 necklace 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 sunglasses. "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 necklaces looked identical, but imagine if we accidentally 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 accidentally 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!"