At the Wright family’s place!
Yara stormed back, cornered Quinton, and smirked, “I knew it! That backstabber Christina ran to you, didn’t she?”
Quinton’s face darkened. “I told you to help her, not to shame her! Why’d you do it, huh?”
Yara sneered, “No reason, really. Just can’t stand her, that’s all.”
Quinton let out an icy laugh. “You’re playing with fire, messing with my people. Think I won’t put you in your place?”
Yara laughed in his face. “Please, Quinton, you don’t scare me anymore! I used to cower, too scared to face you. However, now? Go ahead, make your move.”
Quinton’s gaze turned icy as he stepped closer, his smile twisted. “Look at you, all gutsy all of a sudden! You never had the guts to stand up to me before! However, let’s face it, you’re nothing but trash from a mistress. You can’t hold a candle to the Wright family bloodline that runs through my veins…”
Yara met his gaze with a frosty smile. “All you’ve got is your Wright family heir title to flaunt, Quinton! However, really, you think you’re better than me? As if I’ve ever cared what you think! You think you’re the big shot, the golden boy of the Wright family, and the cream of the crop in the capital’s youth, right? Do you think you’re one of the top three hotshots? Ever since Andrew showed up, you’ve been like a jittery little pug, bouncing around helplessly. What happened to your old swagger? Where’s that tough guy act now?”
Quinton, red with fury, slapped Yara right across her face.
“You think you can just throw Andrew’s name around in front of me, you little brat? Get this straight, in the Wright family, anyone who dares to utter ‘Andrew’ will have to answer to me—with their life on the line!” Quinton’s face was a mask of rage as he bellowed.
Yara, clutching her reddened cheek, did not back down and kept up her taunts. “Look at you, all worked up, like a cornered rat in front of a cat! Quinton, Andrew’s your boogeyman, huh? Judging by that sour face, it’s like you’ve swallowed something nasty. I hit a nerve, didn’t I?”
Quinton’s face twisted with anger, and he looked ready to strike again. However, he held back. Today’s Yara was too fierce, too much for him to handle.
“Oh, please. You think I’m scared of Andrew? If I hadn’t been tied up with bigger things lately, he’d be long gone!”
Yara sneered, her face oozing scorn. “Keep fooling yourself. Not even the Golding or Haywood family hit squads can lay a finger on him! Who do you think you are, Quinton? You can’t seriously think you’re tougher than the Goldings or the Haywoods, can you?”
Quinton was at a loss for words, his fists clenched so hard they popped and crackled.
“Yara, I have no clue where you’re getting this gutsy attitude to backstab me, the top dog around here! However, let me give you a heads-up: if you keep playing with fire, you might just get burned for real!”
Chapter 1240
Yara’s unexpected defiance was driving Quinton up the wall. Stone-faced, Yara declared, “Quinton, the days when you could push me around and make me feel small in the Wright family are over! Mark my words, from now on, I’m stepping up to the plate, and I’ll be going head-to-head with you!”
“And when all is said and done, I’ll be the one standing tall with you under my heel, feeling all the hurt you’ve dished out…” She took a couple of steps away, then paused, turned around with an icy laugh, and added, “Oh, and one more thing! Christina used to be Andrew’s girl, which means you’re just picking up his sloppy seconds!”