Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 

Quintessa became highly conspicuous on the main road, so she continually veered into narrow alleys by the roadside. The footsteps behind her grew increasingly nearer. She dared not look back, fearing that a single glance would confront her with the menacing dangers poised to engulf her. 

Quintessa’s body was almost beyond her control, moving forward purely on instinctual human survival impulses. Her bare feet were chafed raw by the uneven ground, the constant pain jabbing at Quintessa but keeping her just conscious enough to press on. 

Suddenly, her hali was yanked fiercely, bringing her sprint to an abrupt halt. With the tremendous force from behind, her scalp seared with pain as her entire body was dragged backward. 

A voice inside Quintessa screamed–Oh, crap! 

A split second later, a crisp slap sounded. 

Struck by the slap, Quintessa immediately tasted blood, her head spun more dizzyingly as the world turned upside down, making the figure before her completely indistinct. 

Stars burst in Quintessa’s vision, and she could only make out a blurry silhouette. She heard the person clutching her roared, “You wretch, think you can run after being drugged? Run now, I dare you!” 

Quintessa swayed, her scalp feeling as if it might be torn off at any second. 

Despite her blurred vision, her words came out razor–sharp, her voice icy, “Roxanne sent you, didn’t she? Kill me today, or don’t bother. If I live to see tomorrow, I swear I’ll make you wish you were dead. I’ll make your whole family’s life a living nightmare.” 

The myriad dangers she had encountered enabled Quintessa to maintain her composure at all times, even though this time, she might truly be unable to escape. 

However, as long as there was a chance, it was always worth a try. 

The two thugs momentarily stunned at her words. 

The next second, one of them sneered, “You slut, quite the bluffer. Don’t listen to her, she’s just a minor actress with no backing. What can she do to us? Let’s have our fun with her today, snap a few dozen nude photos, and make a little home movie. With these, we can make you do whatever we want.” 

Quintessa scoffed, recognizing this as Roxanne’s tactic–cliché but cruel enough to ruin her. 

“You ever hear of the York Financial Group?” she asked with ice in her voice. 

“So what if we have?” 

“Mr. Tyrone York. Tyrone is my man.” 

The thug yanked her hair in disbelief, “And I suppose the President is your secret lover?”