Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 160

With a cold expression, Tyrone glanced at Quintessa from the corner of his eye as he walked past her into the room and said to the workers, “Continue. If the work is not done by noon tomorrow, I’ll dock half of your pay.”

Upon hearing this, the workers hurried back to work. No one dared slack off now.

Quintessa’s face twisted with anger, and through gritted teeth, she spat, “Tyrone, take your people and get out of my place. Now.”

Tyrone sneered in response. He towered over Quintessa, looking down at her with cold, disdainful eyes as if to say: I won’t leave, what can you do about it?

His poised and aloof appearance really made him seem like a rare, untouchable orchid.

But Quintessa knew, at his core, he was nothing but a shameless jerk.

Without hesitation, Quintessa whipped out her phone to call the property management crew. “Hello, is that the property management? I’ve got intruders. I need help right now.”

Soon enough, the property management and security arrived, but upon seeing Tyrone, they all but bowed.

“They’ve barged into my place; I want them out and I want compensation for any damages,” Quintessa demanded.

The property manager said with difficulty, “Ms. Young, this gentleman is the owner. The property now belongs to Mr. York.”

Owner?

Quintessa whipped her head around to lock eyes with Tyrone.

Tyrone’s lips curled into a smirk, that infuriatingly handsome face of his exuding arrogance. “Let me remind you now, you should call me—landlord!”

Then, he turned to the workers, “Wrap up ahead of schedule and I’ll double your pay.”

His message to Quintessa was clear: This is my house, I do as I please, and you have no say in it.

Unexpectedly, Tyrone replied with shameless audacity, “You’re quite perceptive. Of course, you’re mine.”

The property staff and security guards sensed the tension and made themselves scarce, unwilling to be caught in the crossfire. If the house gets demolished, that was their problem.

Quintessa was so angry she felt stomach pain. “Ha, you’re really committed to being a total disgrace.”

Tyrone raised an eyebrow. “You flatter me. This is all thanks to your teachings.”

“Tyrone, just you wait.”

Quintessa hissed through clenched teeth, grabbed her luggage, and stormed out.

She didn’t have the energy to deal with Tyrone today. Once she had rested well, she’d see how she could deal with him and make sure he regretted it.