Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116 

Thus, Quintessa dragged Roxanne into a nearby prop room and shoved her into a chair with a firm push. 

Roxanne’s legs turned to jelly with fear. “What are you going to do?” 

Quintessa cocked her head to the side with a smirk. “What am I going to do? Honey, I’m not a man, so obviously I can’t do that to you.” 

Roxanne’s face turned beet red in an instant, “You’re shameless.” 

It was the first time in her life that another woman had spoken such words to her. Roxanne felt completely uneasy, her eyes wide with terror when she looked at Quintessa. Quintessa pinched Roxanne’s chin, “Tsk, weren’t you the one saying I’ve been around with every man on set? What dignity do I, a woman like that, have left to lose?” 

Roxanne trembled, “Don’t you dare mess with me, I have backups.” 

With a swift motion, Quintessa grabbed Roxanne’s hand tightly and yanked her hair back so hard that Roxanne cried out in pain. 

Quintessa drawled, “Relax, your backup might not arrive in time. Haven’t experienced being assaulted by a woman, have you? Maybe you could give a try today?” “Freak, you’re a freak. Quintessa, what the hell are you, you whore! Just wait, if you dare do anything to me today, I’ll make sure you’re dead tomorrow without knowing how.” Roxanne screamed in terror, her face drained of color. 

Smack! 

Quintessa’s slap sent Roxanne seeing stars, her mouth corner cracked with a taste of blood in her mouth. 

Scared, Roxanne whimpered and cried. 

Quintessa’s expression turned cold, “Don’t f*** with me, Roxanne. Don’t try to play me, and don’t you dare threaten me. I’ve never been scared of anyone, and if you think you can take me on, believe me, I could end you right now.” 

She cast a disgusted look at Roxanne, “You think I don’t know about your nightly visits to the assistant director’s room? You’re nothing but a used–up tramp. Trying to play the innocent in front of me?” 

Quintessa had never been exposed to any elite education. Her experiences were from the lowest, darkest, and most brutal struggles for survival. 

She could see right through Roxanne. 

Terrified, Roxanne shivered, “How do you know?” 

Quintessa snorted, “I know a hell of a lot more than you think. From now on, behave yourself. Don’t f*** show your face in front of me, or I’ll slap you every time I see you don’t believe I can’t beat some sense into that mouth of yours.” 

Roxanne was wailing, “I won’t dare anymore, I swear.” 

Quintessa let her go, “Don’t get any funny ideas. Those who’ve crossed me are either six feet under or on their way there.” 

Roxanne wanted to tear Quintessa to pieces in her heart, but after all, she was an actress–she knew best to put on an extraordinarily fearful and pitiful look, brimming with tears. “I get it, I really do, Quinn. Please, just let me go… From now on, we’ll stay out of each other’s way.”