Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 296

Tyrone felt a fire burning inside him, essentially realizing that Jerome was no longer of use to her, so she kicked him to the curb, but he still had value, at least for now.

Though annoyed, Tyrone managed a smile, "Gotta give you credit for seeing that."

By now, Tyrone had gotten a good read on Quintessa's ways and wasn't so easily riled up by her anymore.

Tyrone remembered something, "Yolanda took off, and on her way out, swiped all the cash Sean had been funneling out of the company. She told me to tell you, she's never setting foot in Emberbrook again in her life."

Quintessa nodded, "Nicely done."

"Sean's going nuts looking for her. He planned to drain the company dry, then skip the country with Yolanda. Now his plans are in ruins."

Quintessa sneered, "Skip the country? He'll be long gone before that happens. Embezzling from the company, he must've cooked the books. Aren't the authorities checking?"

Tyrone scoffed, "He's got someone high up in his corner. Pretty influential."

Quintessa had an epiphany, "I know who it is."

"I can help you with that."

Quintessa tossed her towel aside and headed for the door, "I can handle this myself."

Tyrone gritted his teeth, always the same with her, always insisting on handling things herself. When would she learn to rely on him?

But it was okay, he had patience now. Finding an excuse to come over wasn't easy, and he wasn't about to blow this chance with a tantrum.

Quintessa smirked coldly, "If I couldn't see through such petty schemes, I'd have been done for years ago."

After years in the game, she'd seen it all. To not see through this would mean she'd have been dead and buried long ago.

Tyrone blocked Quintessa's path, his face stern, "Let me handle those women. You, right now, need to rest up here."

Quintessa felt a warm strength fill her heart. The warmth Tyrone provided made her feel alive, capable of feeling moved, of joy.

Lifting her gaze to meet Tyrone's eyes, she suddenly embraced him, whispering in his ear, "I'm not one of those pampered princesses, never had the luxury. I'm used to fending for myself; I’d feel uncomfortable if I live in clover. If you truly care for me, let me make my own decisions."

In that moment, Tyrone felt both a tightness and an ache in his chest, yearning to tell Quintessa, “Who says you can't have that life? I want you to be spoiled and indulged. I want to pamper you.”