"Get out of my way, stop causing trouble! Tiffany, do you want me to strangle you?" Quincy's eyes were red with fury.

All he wanted was to explain things to Mr. Fay, but every time he tried, someone else jumped in, making everything even more complicated.

"If you really want me dead, then go ahead and strangle me. I don't care," Tiffany lifted her chin, exposing her neck to his hands as tears streamed down her face. She knew Quincy would never hurt a woman, much less strangle her in front of everyone. Tiffany was gambling on the chaos. Even if it made Quincy hate her, it would be worth it if she could drive a permanent wedge between him and the Fay family.

Mr. Fay, however, was convinced it was all just an act. This was his home, not the set of a soap opera.

Enraged, Mr. Fay kicked at Quincy again. "Make up for it? Over my dead body!"

you want to hit someone, hit me, but stop hitting Quincy!" Tiffany cried as she rushed to

moment that Lydia emerged, having just read the messages. The scene that greeted her was shocking. Tiffany standing protectively in front of Quincy, playing the role of the damsel in distress, even going so

backward, losing his balance. Panicked, she rushed to catch him, but they were too far apart. She wasn't fast enough to reach him before he fell.

and thanked Eugene. But when she turned to Quincy, her eyes were filled with disappointment. "Leave. I

Tiffany wasn't

didn't admit a thing he nodded in agreement with Tiffany's accusations. "He deserved it. Honestly, I think Mr.

is assault. We could call the police," Tiffany threatened,

knew that with all the media attention

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