Enchanted Nightfall Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 412

Quintessa silently gave Mrs. York a thumbs-up, "Impressive, Aunt York."

Indeed, it was against the likes of Mrs. Harrington that Mrs. York's true prowess shone.

Mrs. Harrington's face turned beet red from the squeeze - they were actually humiliating her like this. The Harringtons were loaded.

The other two ladies also couldn't help but cast odd looks towards Mrs. Harrington's flushed face.

With her face burning, Mrs. Harrington, who prided herself on her apparent nobility but was secretly more vain than anyone, was terrified of being looked down upon, worried others would think she was broke.

Mrs. Harrington huffed, "It's just $300. Is that really worth your time to humiliate me over? I was indeed in a rush this morning and forgot my card, but I can have my driver bring it. I give more than that to beggars on a regular basis."

Quintessa couldn't help but smirk at the foolish pride.

But that was exactly what they were banking on - the vainer, the better; it meant they could bleed her for more.

Quintessa reached over and patted the purse in Mrs. Harrington's grasp, "No need to trouble your driver, Aunt York's purse here seems like a fair trade."

Mrs. York quickly snatched her purse away, "Ha! Wishful thinking. I might have lost $300, but this purse is worth $1,500. You think money grows on trees?"

Quintessa feigned surprise, "Oh, it's worth $1,500? That's pricey..."

Grasping at the straw Molly was offering, Mrs. Harrington huffed and reached for the glass.

But just as her fingers were inches away, there was a crack, and the glass shattered, spilling lemonade all over Mrs. Harrington's shoes.