Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 

Tyrone naturally followed Quintessa; he wanted to see how Quintessa would act. She had been staying at the hotel long enough to know all the blind spots to the ever–watchful eyes of surveillance. 

Arriving outside Roxanne’s room, Quintessa took a key card and swiped it to enter. 

Tyrone’s eyes widened in shock. “When did you get that?” 

Quintessa cast him á disdainful glance, not wanting to respond to such a foolish question. 

Roxanne was out shooting a night scene and wouldn’t be back until late; the room was empty. 

Quintessa quickly took out a small vial from her pocket. Tyrone asked her, “What’s this?” 

Without answering, Quintessa moved into the bathroom and found Roxanne’s toothbrush. She squeezed two drops from the vial, which was no bigger than an eye drop bottle, onto the bristles. With a sinister smile, she said, “A little concoction that tums a eunuch into a virile man, and frigid women into lascivious ones. Want some?” 

Dropping the concoction into water, Roxanne might not drink it, but the toothbrush was different–she would definitely brush her teeth. 

Tyrone frowned, wondering where Quintessa got such devious things. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Alright. Let’s take a bit for ourselves.” 

Quintessa pushed him away. “You want to have a quickie in Roxanne’s room? I’m not up to it.” 

Quintessa peeked through the door, checked that no one was outside, and then quickly slipped out. 

Once they were outside the hotel, Quintessa turned to Tyrone. “Do me a favor, will you?” 

Tyrone raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re actually asking me for a favor? What’s it?” 

He had been trailing Quintessa for these past days, waiting for her to ask for help in dealing with Roxanne, which would be a piece of cake for him. 

But Quintessa had been silent until now. 

Quintessa pulled out a stack of about twenty small cards from her pocket, each printed with pictures of scantily clad women, with a “For a good time, call XXXXXX.” 

“Go, find a spot crowded with guys and hand these out,” Quintessa instructed. 

Tyrone’s face was a mix of bemusement and disbelief. 

Cards! She wanted him to distribute all these kinds of *** call cards! How hilarious! 

Quintessa watched as Tyrone’s facial muscles twitched. “Not up for it? Never mind, I knew it–you’re useless, I’ll do it myself.” 

Right after she finished, Tyrone snatched the cards from her. 

Grinding his teeth, he said, “I’ll do it.” 

Who was he? 

The president from the York Financial Group, on a vacation yet not taking it easy, seeking trouble instead, and now he was distributing call cards. It was his first time being called useless by a woman. Hilarious! 

While he should be enjoying his days off, he was here, up to no good with her, and now handing out call cards. He was insane!