James didn''t even need to think before he blurted out, "Yes, yes. I''ll get to the bottom of it. I''ll find out


    everything about how Ms. Quintessa Young and Mr. Harrington met, with every single detail." Thest


    thing he wanted was to be sent to the hignds to rece Mr. Franklin. He would rather endure the


    daily grind under the big boss than set foot in that ce.


    Tyrone nced at his phone and said, "Set up a meeting with Violet. I need to talk to her."


    James nodded frantically, "Right away. Should I keep it from Ms. Quintessa Young?"


    Tyrone looked up sharply. "What do you think?"


    That look sent James scurrying like a frightened rat.


    "Understood clearly," James stammered as he dashed out the door, fighting the urge to burst into tears.


    Shirley, walking up with some documents, saw James'' pale face and asked, "What''s up?"


    James wiped the sweat from his brow and nced at Shirley''s papers, giving her a friendly warning,


    "Shirley, you might want to think twice about going in there."


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    Shirley chuckled, "No worries. The boss is always in a mood. Reminds me of my mom during her


    menopause."


    James shook his head, "Shirley, this is different. You won''t be able to handle it. I''ve said my piece. If


    you insist on going in, I won''t stop you, but I''ll be there to pick up the pieces of you." After imparting his


    grim prophecy, James staggered away, his steps unsteady.


    Shirley looked at the documents in her hand, then back at James, and finally at the CEO''s office door


    before deciding to make a swift exit.


    Violet was utterly puzzled. Why on earth did Mr. Tyrone York suddenly want to see her, and why was it


    so important that Quinn didn''t find out?


    She instructed Manny to keep an eye on Quintessa on set and to report back immediately if she made


    any unexpected moves. They couldn''t afford any more slip-ups at this point.


    As for the photos of Quintessa in a passionate embrace with the mystery man, which had been


    circting online, Violet had her PR team squash the rumors t. They imed that Quintessa had


    been on set all day, with the whole crew as her alibi, and certainly not out locking lips with some guy on


    the street.


    They had gathered evidence tobat the nder and had reported it to the authorities, determined to


    pursue those responsible for defamation to the fullest extent.


    And with Snow''s involvement, the buzz around Quintessa and Snow''s mutual social media following


    had eclipsed the negative press. People were now specting about the timing of Snow''s support on


    the very day Quintessa was targeted. Was Snow standing up for her, or was there something more


    between them?


    The curiousizensbed through Snow''s Twitter and, after someparison, suggested that the


    silhouetted figure in several of Snow''s tweets bore a striking resemnce to Quintessa.


    The new hot topic online was now "God Snow''s Mysterious Lover Revealed, Suspected to be


    Quintessa!"


    Snow''s fans were in turmoil, with bystanders joining in the frenzy, flooding both Snow''s and Quintessa''s


    Twitter feeds withments, which caused the nder to lose steam.


    Violet finally breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to the nder, a romantic gossip with Snow was as


    wee as a gift in the middle of a snowstorm, as it helped Quintessa dodge a bullet. It was only with


    this reassurance that Violet dared to meet with Tyrone.


    Feeling anxious, Violet met Tyrone; upon seeing him, she mused to herself that only a siren like Quinn


    could handle such a prime specimen of a man.


    Just look at those legs, that face, that noble and aloof demeanor, that aura that seemed to keep others


    at bay. Who else but Quinn could get close to him? But what exactly was the status between Quinn and


    this princely Tyrone?