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!