shuhaige
Chapter 43
Yolanda’s heart was in turmoil as she gazed at the photos, the proofs of a bitter reality. Memories of her sister, who dropped out of college just so Yolanda could continue her education, burned in her mind.
With a steely resolve, Yolanda clenched her teeth and declared, “I–I got it.”
Quintessa tossed another envelope to Yolanda, “Here’s Sean’s file. Study it well, Seducing a man takes skill. Learn from the tutorials.”
“How do I get in touch with you later?”
“Don’t contact me. I’ll reach out if there’s a need.”
“Alright.
After Yolanda left, Quintessa sat motionless in Central Plaza for a long time.
She felt a pang of guilt for dragging Yolanda, an innocent girl, into her vengeful madness. But once she started down this path, she wouldn’t regret it. There was no room for sympathy.
As she rose to leave, a whistle cut through the air from a group of skateboarders nearby. Quintessa glanced over nonchalantly, and that glance turned into a sly smile. Luck seemed to be on her side. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
Narrowing her eyes at a stylish young man on a skateboard, she whispered few words. with a smirk, “Matthew Young!”
One of the skateboarders, the cherished son of the Young family, her half–brother Matthew, was unwittingly playing into her hands, which was a happy surprise.
Quintessa then fished a small eyebrow razor from her pocket, musing on the wisdom of always carrying a “blade“.
She turned and strode over to the parking area by the plaza. Matthew had always had a thing for motorbikes, and Lilian indulged him with only the finest.
Among the bikes and scooters, a shiny Harley motorcycle stood out. Quintessa surveyed the area – no one in sight. She quickly walked over, did what she came to do and turned to leave.
As she finished, a car cruised by from about two meters away. Tyrone, inside the vehicle, caught a glimpse of Quintessa’s fleeting gaze – sinister and malevolent, as if it contained the world’s darkness. Even for someone as hardened as Tyrone, that look sent a shiver down his spine.
“Stop the car,” Tyrone ordered immediately.
He leapt out, but Quintessa had disappeared. Despite her masked face, he recognized her
Instantly no hesitation.
What was she doing out here dressed like that in the dead of night? With suspicion brewing, Tyrone climbed back into his car. Before pulling away, he saw Matthew wheeling out his motorbike from the parking shed.
Tyrone squinted. Quintessa had paused by that motorbike. What had she done?
“Follow him,” Tyrone instructed the driver. The latter promptly obeyed, “Yes, Mr. York.”
After trailing for a few minutes, Tyrone watched as Matthew’s bike suddenly careened out. of control. At a red light, it smashed into an SUV.
Matthew was thrown high into the air, and then crashed to the ground, unconscious, blood pooling beneath him.
Tyrone understood everything then, the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly. In the shadow of the night, those beautiful, gleaming eyes danced with a flamboyant light.