Chapter 123


    Quintessa turned around, “You hear that? My man, he has no interest in you.”


    The other actresses‘ faces turned green with envy.


    Tyrone’s smile deepened.


    Quintessa felt cold in her heart. The brighter her smile, the colder her heart was.


    The filming finally came to an end, wrapping up on thest day.


    Quintessa, ying Queen Seraphina, was sentenced to death. The King sent a goblet of poisoned


    wine, and with eyes full of defiance and deep–seated hatred, Queen Seraphina smashed the goblet to


    the ground, using her final moments to cast a venomous curse, “If there is another life, I will make sure


    his royal lineage is obliterated.”


    The doors to the pce closed, Queen Seraphina turned away, and soon after, a great fire engulfed


    the ce. The mes painted the sky red as Queen Seraphina sumbed to death.


    Quintessa–that’s a wrap.


    Due to the heavy filming schedule, the director hosted a modest wrap party for the crew in Quintessa’s


    honor.


    Fitch, impressed with Quintessa’s performance, handed her a beer, and said, “Keep honing your acting


    skills. I hope we get to work together again.”


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    nking her ss against his, Quintessa replied, “Thank you, director. I’ll work hard.”


    She took a sip of her beer as the rest of the cast and crew came to say goodbye, and she thanked


    each one with genuine warmth.


    To those who had never hurt her, Quintessa was not stingy with her smile.


    The staff had little time for rest, so the wrap party was brief–after a drink and a bite to eat, everyone


    had to get back to shooting.


    Once the crowd around Quintessa had mostly dispersed, Jonathan came over to her.


    Dressed in his regal costume, with clear, dignified features, he stood there as if truly anointed with the


    aura of a dragon, a worthy movie emperor indeed.


    Jonathan, carrying nothing in his hands, said, “Go rest well. I look forward to the chance of working


    together in the future.”


    His words were simr to the director’s, official and polite.


    Quintessa nodded, “Sure.”


    It was as if both had forgotten the awkwardness of that day.


    Jonathan looked at Quintessa’s beautiful face, hesitated, and then said, “As for you and Tyrone, never


    mind, it’s not my ce to ask. Whatever it is between you two, it’s not going to work out.”


    Feigning ignorance, Quintessa probed, “Work out for what?”


    Jonathan smiled, appearing inscrutable, “You know.”


    Quintessa crossed her arms, “What happens between him and me is none of your business, as if


    saying it would work out for you and me.”


    Jonathan, “We could try!”


    This really left Quintessa at a loss for words; Jonathan was flirting with her.


    Someone called out for Jonathan from a distance, signaling him back to the set.


    Jonathan didn’t move but instead. He pulled a business card from the wide sleeve of his robe and gave


    it to Quintessa, “If you need anything, give me a call.” Quintessa held the business card between two


    fingers.


    The card was clean and bold, just Jonathan’s name with a line of numbers below.


    Quintessa made a face of disdain, wanting to throw it away, but then she noticed a mark below. It


    seemed to be Jonathan’s private number, which might actually be useful someday.


    Quintessa raised an eyebrow, “Just phone calling?”


    Jonathan’s smile was warm and inviting, like a gentle breeze on a spring day, brightening the moment


    with the promise of a beautiful season, “You’re not that kind of person.”