"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!"

want to hit someone, hit me, but stop hitting

shocking. Tiffany standing protectively in front of Quincy, playing the role of the damsel in distress, even going so far as to push her

to catch him, but they were too far apart. She wasn't fast enough to reach him

helped steady her father and thanked Eugene. But when she turned to Quincy, her

we supposed to just let it go?" Tiffany wasn't backing down, her righteous indignation spilling over as shea to place all the blame

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

assault. We could call the police," Tiffany threatened, pulling out her phone,

and Quincy knew that with all the media attention on

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