Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 

She took a subtle step back, “Like I’d tell you the debt he owes me. Even if I told you, could you pay it off on his behalf?” 

Franklin found the situation intriguing and asked, “Well, that depends. What’s the nature of this debt? Let’s hear it.” 

A smile crossed Quintessa’s lips, “For instance, imagine a guy who sleeps with someone, sneaks away at dawn without a word, not even bothering to pay for the hotel room, and on top of that, has the nerve to swipe their date’s cell phone. Can you manage that kind of debt?” 

That was a lot to take in. Franklin suddenly felt overwhelmed by the audacity of it all. This was something he definitely could not handle. 

Rubbing his nose, Franklin inquired, “Are you sure you’re talking about the Mr. York?” 

Quintessa retorted, “Who else would be such a scumbag? You?” 

Franklin took another look at Quintessa. She was fierce. But he was genuinely curious about her accusation. Was Tyrone that strapped for cash? To sleep with someone, not pay up, and then steal their phone? 

Muttering to himself, Franklin said, “I’m definitely not that despicable.” 

When he hooked up, at the very least he’d cover the room charge. And even if he didn’t, he’d 

go 

Dutch. 

Spotting a familiar face, Franklin called out, “James, this lady’s looking for Mr. York.” 

James, who had tried to slip away upon seeing Quintessa, was out of luck sold out by his own teammate. 

Forced to stop in his tracks, James slowly turned to face Quintessa’s piercing eyes. Quintessa raised her hand, beckoning James with a curl of her delicate, nail–polished finger. 

With a sigh, James approached her, “Ms. Quintessa Young, it’s been a while.” 

James felt a bit uneasy around Quintessa. He didn’t dislike her, but she definitely put him on edge. 

Quintessa smiled, “Not bad, James. Remembering me after three years. I must hold a special place in your heart. Take me to Tyrone.” 

James looked discomforted, “Mr. York’s in a meeting. Maybe some other time.” 

But Quintessa was having none of it, “His meeting is none of my concern. I’m here to see him now.” 

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James tried to maintain his composure, but found it impossible against Quintessa’s will, “Please don’t put me in a tough’spot.”