Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 212

The police didn’t care about her explanations: “Without a thorough investigation, so don’t jump to conclusions. Even if what you’re saying is true, you had no right to hit her that hard. You continued to hit her even after she declared she was pregnant. That’s intentional harm.”

The officers directly took a pale-faced Lilian, along with a few eager “eyewitnesses”.

After the drama fizzled out, the attendees of the banquet who had witnessed this spectacle didn't leave; they all stayed to see what would happen next.

Reuben Laurier came over: “Quinn, let’s go.”

Reuben had listened to Quintessa and hadn’t intervened, merely observing on the sidelines. As Quintessa wasn’t in danger, he chose not to step in.

He had a pretty good idea of what had gone down by now. Now that it was over, he needed to quickly get Quintessa out of there: who knew what else might happen? Violet had already made five consecutive calls, incessantly inquiring about the situation.

With things wrapping up, Quintessa also prepared to leave. “Alright, let’s go.”

But as they were about to leave, Nathan stopped them. “Hold on.”

Quintessa turned with a smile. “Is there something else you need, Mr. Lott?”

Jerome looked at Quintessa with complex emotions. Moments ago, she was affectionately calling his father “uncle”, and now, after everything, she turned distant, addressing him formally as Mr. Lott, widening the gap between them.

It was the same with him; she used him, wrapping her arms around his, sweetly calling him “brother-in-law” while dealing with Miranda. And after dealing with Miranda, she never looked his way again.

A surge of anger in Jerome's heart. What made Quintessa think she could just use him like that? Plus, her sole purpose here seemed to be to cause a scene, which fueled Jerome’s anger towards her even more.

Knowing the party was a disaster, the only solution was damage control. Nathan knew Quintessa was a public figure, and the influence of celebrities was immense; her apology might even boost the Lott family’s reputation.

Quintessa scoffed, “Sorry, but you’re not that significant. Reuben, let’s go.”

Nathan sternly said, “Until your agency issues a public apology, I'm afraid Ms. Young will have to stay here. Someone, take Ms. Young downstairs.”

“I’d like to see who dares touch her.”

A voice suddenly echoed throughout the banquet hall, making listeners' hearts tremble. The voice seemed to carry an invisible force compelling them to lower their heads.

Quintessa turned to see the figure striding towards her. A voice in her head said: He came after all!