Enchanted Nightfall Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 415

Pfft, Quintessa nearly burst into laughter. Like mother, like son, she thought, not a bit ashamed of her own.

In this world, probably only Mrs. York would praise Tyrone for being an honest and straightforward businessman.

Mrs. Smith, who was about to stand up, immediately sat back down. Her husband had reminded her before coming today that they needed to cozy up to Mrs. York. They were in the running for a major project with the York Financial Group, hoping to leverage Mrs. York's influence to secure the deal.

Mrs. Smith almost forgot about this. She quickly smiled and said, "I wasn’t planning on leaving. I did say over the phone that I was up for an all-nighter. Though our family might not be on the same level as the Yorks, Harringtons, or Millers, we’re not exactly pinching pennies. A game of cards is just for a bit of fun, win or lose. It’s not like we depend on it for a living. A couple of hands are just to lighten the mood, right?"

Mrs. Miller felt a tug at her heart. She knew about Tyrone's business acumen. If the York Financial Group decided not to cut them any slack, that would be a disaster. She couldn’t let her family down, so Mrs. Miller also settled back into her seat.

Mrs. Harrington was still about to leave when Molly quietly stepped forward, holding a vase.

Mrs. Harrington’s half-raised bottom slowly descended back onto the chair.

Quintessa chuckled, "Well then... shall we continue?"

Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Smith were merely filling seats at this point, while Mrs. Harrington harbored hopes of turning the tables, but alas, her skills were lacking.

In the whole private room, only Quintessa's voice could be heard.

"Bingo..."

"Straight flush..."

"Royal flush..."

Both Mrs. York and Molly were starry-eyed. If Quintessa were a man, they might have fallen for her on the spot.

No, for Molly, she was already smitten by her goddess. Who could be more dashing than her idol?

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