Quintessa patted Tyrone on the chest, "Wait till you get me that info, then I''ll thank you, boss."


    "You better make that thank-you special."


    Her gaze was shadowy, and her smile was loaded with suggestion, "No problem. You scratch my back,


    I''ll scratch yours."


    Tyrone felt a tingle of anticipation, "Deal, but you''ve gotta promise me there''ll be no more gossip linking


    you with any male celebs."


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    "I can''t control the rumors, Tyrone. I won''t stir the pot, but if the tabloids or someone else wants to use


    my name, I can''t guarantee they won''t."


    Tyrone wrapped an arm around Quintessa''s waist, "Don''t worry about that. Had anyone tried to mess


    with your name, I''ll make sure they regret it." Quintessa rolled her eyes, "Big talk from the guy with the


    big bucks."


    "Snow fed you some fruit yesterday."


    "Oh? You wanna feed me now?"


    "Yeah, I got a truckload of pitaya parked outside."


    After Tyrone left, Quintessa called Violet and gave her an earful. Yet, amidst her fury, she also felt a


    touch of warmth.


    Violet chipped in one dor because she didn''t want to betray Quintessa emotionally, and that was the


    only solution she could think of at the time.


    The lengths Violet would go for Quintessa was something truly precious.


    Later that evening, when they met, Quintessa handed Violet a check.


    Violet grinned like an idiot for half an hour, with her drool nearly dribbling down her chin, but then she


    set the check down, "Quinn, I can''t take this. Don''t rush me, just listen. If I wanted the money, I''d have


    filled in the amount yesterday. But doing so would''ve been aplete betrayal of you. If there''s a first


    time, there''s a second. What if someone more powerful than Tyrone appears and offers more than him


    next time? I''d bepromised."


    Quintessa felt a pang, "But I got this for you."


    "I know, but I still can''t take it. I''m an agent; I need to maintain integrity. I asked for one dor, and that''s


    my price. This is yours, not mine. Even though I only wanted one dor, I haven''t lost out. With York


    Financial Group backing us, we can strut across the entertainment world. Endorsements wille


    rolling in. It''s like owning a goose thatys golden eggs."


    "Violet, thank you." Selling the studio to York Financial Group didn''t upset Quintessa too much,


    because they both knew that sess in showbiz often meant having a powerful patron, and York


    Financial Group was undoubtedly the best choice.


    But for Violet to go to such lengths was something Quintessa had never dared to dream of.


    In this bizarre, profit-driven society, staying loyal was like a fairy tale.


    Violet sighed heavily, "Ah, it hurts to turn down all that cash. So, Quinn, you''ve gotta make sure to wrap


    that bandit Tyrone around your finger. Make him utterly devoted to you. You''ve got to get back at him


    for me."


    "Doubting me? He''s as good as caught."


    "I believe in you, my siren. Go get ''em!"


    After seeing Violet off, Quintessa quickly changed clothes and left.


    The days had been packed with shooting, and her ns for Ynda had already been dyed. She


    couldn''t put it off any longer.


    She intended to use the unborn child in Ynda''s womb to stir up a storm of blood and fury within the


    Young family.


    The Youngs had enjoyed their good days for far too long.