Tyrone was scowling, trailing behind Quintessa like a dark cloud.


    Whenever Quintessa was on set, he''d plop down in her designated resting spot, with his eyes glued to


    the set.


    The sight of the fruit tter Manny had prepared for Quintessa instantly reminded him of that photo-


    Snow feeding her fruit.


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    After a scene, Quintessa came off set for a break, only to find Tyrone crunching away on her fruit sd;


    his gaze was locked on her as if he were biting into her flesh instead, which sent shivers down her


    spine


    The crew seemed to have sensed the tension, as not a soul dared to approach. Manny hurriedly


    fetched a chair for Quintessa, and as she sat, she asked, "Why are you still here? Did youe just to


    watch me act?"


    Tyrone took a bite of an apple, "Yeah, I''m here to inspect the workce, and to see how my new


    employee''s acting chops are. Why don''t we have any dragon fruit today?"


    Quintessa had her mouth twitched, ignoring hisst remark, "New employee? Who''s your new


    employee?"


    Violet was pale as a ghost on the side, knowing the truth was about toe out. Would Quinn kill her?


    With a mischievous grin, Tyrone said, "Of course it''s you!"


    Quintessa rolled her eyes, "What are you babbling about? From your woman to your employee, just


    like that?"


    In a faint whisper, Violet mumbled, "Quinn, you see, it''s Mr. York, he-he bought our studio."


    Her voice was almost inaudible by the end.


    Quintessa froze for a second, then whipped around, "You sold out?"


    Tyrone, flipping a fork between his fingers with an annoying swagger, proimed, "Now you not only


    have to call mendlord but also boss."


    No sooner had he finished than Quintessa snapped, "Shut your mouth."


    She fixed her gaze on Violet, "Violet, tell me."


    Quintessa''s face was expressionless, and she stared at Violet with her piercing eyes, which made


    Violet shudder. Violet grimaced, "Well, I-I had no choice, I wouldn''t have made it out alive to see you if I


    didn''t sign."


    Her voice was cold enough to frost, "How much did you sell it for?"


    Violet held up a finger.


    "A million?"


    Violet shook her head.


    Quintessa cursed, "Damn, don''t tell me you sold it for a hundred grand?"


    Violet kept shaking her head.


    Quintessa bellowed, "Are you out of your mind? Ten grand?"


    The head shaking continued.


    Quintessa, clenching her fists in rage, demanded, "Just tell me how much, and it better not be a


    number that makes me want to punch you."


    Violet backed away before confessing, "One dor."


    Quintessaughed, gesturing Violet over with a crooked finger, "Come here, I didn''t catch that. Get


    closer and tell me."


    "One dor. I-I was trying to show some dignity, I didn''t want to sell you out. I just remembered I have


    something else to do, I''m gonna go now, hope you have a good chat with Mr. York, since he''s our boss


    now," Violet said; truly frightened of Quintessa''s reaction, she fled before finishing her sentence.


    Quintessa slowly turned around, and Tyrone cleared his throat, "Anything you want to say to your new


    boss?"


    Quintessa replied, "Plenty, actually."


    In the next second, Quintessa lunged forward, reaching for Tyrone.


    He was momentarily taken aback, then quipped, "What are you doing? It''s broad daylight, and I''m not


    that kind of guy."


    Quintessa roared, "The check, hand it over, now! Don''t make me get rough."