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Chapter 166
Upon hearing Rachel's name, Tyrone sharply turned to Cecilia, his dark eyes seeming to bore into her very soul, sending shivers down her spine.
With a sheepish look on her face, Cecilia shot a glare at Quintessa and hurriedly explained to Tyrone, "Well, I don't know either. I didn't answer it. Who knows why she called me - I've blocked her number." Just a moment ago, Cecilia was scolding her son, but now she was cowed under the pressure of a mere phone call.
The phone was still buzzing insistently when Quintessa stopped Cecilia in her tracks, "Hey, hold up, don't block her just yet. If she's calling back-to-back like this, it must be something urgent. Let's hear her out first."
Then, turning to Tyrone with a smirk, Quintessa cooed, "Don't you agree, darling?"
Her "darling" was so syrupy sweet it sent shivers down Cecilia's spine, and she shot Quintessa a venomous look that screamed "Vixen."
Despite knowing Quintessa was up to no good, Tyrone felt a sudden urge to indulge her. "Mom, just take the call, see what she wants, okay? And I better not find out that you've been in touch with her behind my back again."
Feeling cornered by her son's stern words, Cecilia begrudgingly held the phone to her ear. "Hello, Rachel, what is it?"
Rachel's voice was filled with a desperate edge, "Auntie, I'm so sorry to bother you, but there's something urgent I need to ask you about, it's about Tyrone."
Before Rachel could continue, Cecilia cut her off, "Enough, don't call me again. I'm with Tyrone right now, and he won't be pleased. I'm hanging up."
Just as Cecilia was about to end the call, Quintessa, who had been eyeing the phone like a hawk, suddenly snatched it away.
Cecilia gasped in shock.
She tried to grab the phone back, but Tyrone stopped her. He was curious to see what Quintessa would say to Rachel.
Quintessa put the call on speakerphone, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "Hey there, dear auntie Rachel, how are you?"
A burst of static came through before Rachel's trembling voice responded, "Who is this?"
Quintessa flicked her hair nonchalantly, "Oh come on, it's only been three years. Have you already forgotten my voice? Seems like I didn't leave as much of an impression as I thought."
"Quintessa!" The anger and frustration were palpable in Rachel's voice, even through the phone.
Quintessa glanced at Cecilia, whose face was turning crimson, and smiled, "Yes, it's me."
"Where's Mrs. Cecilia York?" Rachel, on the other end of the line, was almost using all her restraint not to curse out loud because she knew Cecilia and Tyrone were there. She had worked hard to leave a good impression on Cecilia and could not afford to ruin it now.
Having Quintessa on Cecilia's phone almost drove Rachel to despair.
Quintessa smirked, "Mrs. Cecilia York? I thought after three years you'd be calling her Mom by now. But here we are. Come on, at 30, you should stop deluding yourself." novelbin
Rachel's scream pierced the air,
"Quintessa, don't you dare go too far! go too far! O I let go of what happened three years of what ago that was me being more than generous. What exactly do you want?"
Quintessa looked at Tyrone, "What I want to say is-sorry, my dear auntie, I've got an eye on your man!"
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