Enchanted Nightfall Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 413

Mrs. Harrington shuddered, her rage instantly doused.

Who in their right mind would argue with someone capable of breaking bones with their bare hands? Not her, that's for sure.

Mrs. Harrington grumbled, “You… you… be careful, my shoes are ruined. What now?”

Mrs. York, the manager, commanded, “Take Mrs. Harrington’s shoes for cleaning, and make sure you do it yourself.”

Quintessa bit back a laugh. Today really brought a couple of live ones to the table.

“Mrs. Harrington, about that bag…”

Mrs. Harrington winced. It was her favorite Hermès, after all: “You want this bag, huh? Win three more rounds, and it’s yours. But if you lose even once… you’ll have to give back everything you’ve won from us.”

With this move, Mrs. Harrington had rallied two allies. As long as the three of them teamed up against Quintessa, it didn’t matter who won. Quintessa would have to cough up all the winnings.

Quintessa’s fingers brushed over a lucky draw, smirking, “Seems like I’ll have to take that bag whether I want to or not. Let’s get started, shall we?”

Molly rubbed her hands together, silently cheering her goddess on.

Mrs. York squeezed her own fingers, looking at Quintessa with admiration. Even if Quintessa lost now, losing a few thousand dollars more, Mrs. York felt a sense of victory for having reclaimed their dignity.

Mrs. Harrington and her cronies ganged up on Quintessa, feeding each other cards just short of handing them over directly.

Quintessa didn’t mind. She played her hand with such flair that Mrs. York’s eyes bulged, her mouth forming a constant ‘O’ of astonishment.

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