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Chapter 217
Quintessa felt like she was about to explode with frustration, "I freaking didn't want to a hookup today. Let me go."
Tyrone smirked coldly, his gleaming white teeth visible in the shadows, "Let you go? Ha, let you can go see Reuben? You think I'm an idiot?"
Quintessa really wanted to whack him on the head. Sometimes, Tyrone just deserved it for all his talks about hookups!
She had already made up her mind not to drag Tyrone along anymore.
But when it came to her own body, she wanted to have control. With Tyrone in this mood, well, Quintessa wasn't in the mood to deal with him right now.
"Can you stop being so childish, Tyrone? You're a grown man, can't you control your jealousy?"
At her words, Tyrone's foot slammed down on the gas pedal even harder, his eyes spitting fire, glaring on the road ahead. "Jealous? What makes you think I'm jealous? I'm in a freaking great mood, not a hint of jealousy for you."novelbin
Well, he admitted, his heart was feeling sour right now. If that was being jealous, then so be it.
He hadn't even begun to show the extent of his jealousy yet.
Quintessa noticed the increasing speed and clutched the seat tightly, "Tyrone, you might want to die, but I sure don't."
Tyrone's face darkened, "Ha, I don't want to take you down with me. Even if we were to go down together, it would be on the bed."
Quintessa was livid, her throat burning with anger, "I really wish your mom could see how shameless you are."
"Fine. I'll give you that chance."
Originally, Tyrone planned to take her to his private estate, but it was too far, and he didn't want to waste time on the road. So, he made a U-turn at the next intersection, heading towards the York family mansion.
Quintessa thought Tyrone was just bluffing, but when they arrived, she realized this mansion was not the private residence they had been to last time.
"What is this place?" Quintessa asked suspiciously.
et Tyrone stood outside the car, opening the passenger door with a smirk, Scared? I thought you were fearless. No need to wonder, this will be your 'final resting place. S Quintessa felt a chill seeing Tyrone's menacing look. This man was serious.
"I'm not getting out. If you dare, make this car my 'final resting place.""""
Tyrone scoffed, "We're here now. Do you even know where this is? This is my turf; you don't have a say."
He reached out, unbuckled Quintessa's seatbelt, and hoisted her out of the car.
Quintessa, who hadn't eaten all evening, felt dizzy being lifted so abruptly, and her head downward.
She grabbed a chunk of Tyrone's back, "Put me down."
Tyrone shamelessly replied, "Sure, but it'll be on the bed."
Quintessa felt like spitting blood in frustration.
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