Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 198

Jerome and the two executives turned to see Quintessa, and at that moment Jerome felt a sharp scratch in his heart.

In Jerome's eyes, there were only two words—femme fatale!

The other two executives' eyes lit up: "And who is this?"

Jerome immediately grabbed Quintessa's arm and said to them, "An old friend, sorry gents, I must excuse us for a moment."

Pulling Quintessa aside, he frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wherever Quintessa went, trouble followed. This was the Lott family's gala, and of course, Jerome didn't want her causing a scene.

Quintessa reached out and plucked the petals from the rose pinned to Jerome's chest, pouting, "Why can't I be here? It's been so long—don't you miss me, brother-in-law?"

Jerome's smile was laced with sarcasm: "What's the use of missing you if it's just another one of your schemes?"

Quintessa feigned hurt: "Oh, that's so sad, you don't miss me, but I've missed you so much."—thinking about how to outwit you to the end.

"Since you've already snagged wealthy Rich Tyrone and have a king in your grasp, do you really need another man?"

Lately, York Financial Group had been making aggressive moves against the Lott family, which costed them several major deals.

Nathan Lott was hoping to use this gala to network with Emberbrook's high society in an effort to stem the Lott family's recent downturn.

Quintessa tilted her head coyly, her fox-like eyes hooking Jerome in, her lips pouting, "Of course, I'm missing something—I'm missing a brother-in-law."

Jerome felt the itch. Faced with such a siren, what man wouldn't be tempted?

But he knew better. This enchantress was all thorns and poison, and in such a setting, even if he was tempted, he had to restrain himself.

Quintessa leaned into him, "Too bad, it's too late now."

Jerome looked down to see a mischievous smile on Quintessa's face, and following her gaze, he saw that the Young family trio had already arrived.

Jerome had a sinking feeling—Quintessa was up to no good.

Quintessa cooed, "Jerome, will you play a little game with me?"

Jerome clenched his teeth, "No. I know what you're up to, but don't ruin this for me."

A cold flash crossed Quintessa's eyes, "Don't be such a spoilsport. You loathe Miranda, don't you? I'm helping you out!"

The next second, Quintessa raised her hand and called out, "Miranda, over here!"