Chapter 115


    Tyrone clicked his tongue in irritation. “Stop saying things that irritate me, will it kill you?”


    “No, but it sure doesn’t sit right with me.”


    “Alright, have your moment offort. I’ll deal with you when I get back.”


    Quintessa snorted with a mockingugh. “Fine, if you don’t, you’re a coward.”


    Tyrone bit back at Quintessa. “If I don’te, I’ll call you ‘grandrna‘.”


    Leaving those words behind, Tyrone left.


    Quintessa watched Tyrone hurry off with his phone, a cold smile on her lips.


    As a rookie starlet, getting involved Tyrone, with Emberbrook’s golden boy, would set the tabloids on


    fire if word got out. She’d shoot straight to stardom. But Tyrone… how would he allow any news that


    might tarnish his image leak? That would smear the York Financial Group.


    Men, always with one face when they’re with you, and another as soon as they turn around.


    Never trust whates out of a man’s mouth.


    Quintessaposed herself before meeting with Director Frost.


    Director Frost talked to her about the y; it seemed like he was nning to give her a few more


    scenes because he was seriously unsatisfied with Roxanne’s performance. In contrast, Quintessa’s


    professionalism and acting talent made him view her positively despite her temper, seeing her as


    genuine and a talent worth fostering.


    With the director putting it that way, Quintessa was more than happy to go along, eager for more


    screen


    time.


    The shooting resed in the afternoon. It was a scene where Quintessa’s character causes Roxanne’s


    ingenue to lose her child, and upon finding out, she came to confront her in a rage. The plot was simple


    enough.


    Once the filming started, Roxanne quickly got into character, excellently portraying the hatred and


    madness of a mother who lost her child, primarily because she genuinely harbored such feelings


    towards


    Quintessa!


    A handmaiden pushed Roxanne, who lunged forward, twisting her arms behind her back. Quintessa, in


    a stunning crimson gown, approached with a smirk, moving elegantly while her headpiece gently


    swayed.


    Quintessa leaned down, grabbed Roxanne’s chin, and smiled triumphantly, wicked enough to make


    one grit their teeth. “It was my doing. What can you do about it? The King belongs to me. Competing


    with me for a man is suicidal!”


    Roxanne struggled fiercely!


    With a sharp p, Quintessa struck her down.


    “Cut!” the director shouted. “Perfect, this was good. Keep that energy going forward. That’s a wrap,


    next group, get ready.”


    The staff hurried to set up props for the next scene, leaving Quintessa and Roxanne out of the


    spotlight.


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    Roxanne, covering her face, red at Quintessa with pure loathing. “Quintessa, dare to hit me again?


    Sooner orter, I’ll make you regret it.”


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    Quintessa raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you like being pped? Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’d be more


    than happy to oblige!”


    “Fine. Quintessa, you’ve got guts, just wait. I’ll get back at you double for today’s p someday.”


    Quintessa drawled, “Double? In that case, I might as well give you a little extra.”


    Roxanne immediately sensed something was wrong. “What are you nning to do?”


    Quintessa grabbed Roxanne, forcefully dragging her forwaru.


    “What are you doing?”


    Quintessa replied, “Just some emotional exchange between peers, talking about the uing


    scenes,” Quintessa replied smoothly.


    Roxanne tried to break free, but Quintessa was far stronger. Her agent and assistant were engaged in


    a conversation with the assistant director, too far away to notice her plight.