Quintessa wasn''t that she didn''t want to protect Ynda, but her capabilities fell short of that extent.


    Watching Ynda suffer, she felt powerless, having dragged her into this quagmire without a clear way


    out. When Tyrone stepped in to help, Quintessa could finally breathe a sigh of relief. At least, she could


    give Ynda some form of closure.


    Her thanks to Tyrone was heartfelt, devoid of any sarcasm or jest. It was sincere.


    Pushing aside everything else, Tyrone was the first to extend a helping hand to her. Quintessa thought


    to herself that, even if their paths diverged in the future, she would always remember this kindness.


    Tyrone, however, was taken aback by her words, finding the situation somewhat unusual. It made him


    overlook "Tyrone Young" presence entirely: "You, uh, don''t mention it. Consider it a gift from me, your


    boss, weing you to joining The York Financial Group. After all, you''re one of us now, and I can''t


    just stand by and watch one of our own get bullied."


    Quintessa smirked, "I have to go back to filming, gotta go."


    "Wait."


    "Yes?"


    "Are you free tonight?"


    Quintessa shot back, "I don''t have time to sleep with you."


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    Tyrone''s face darkened as he retorted through gritted teeth, "Do you think I''m just some guy who thinks


    about sleeping all day?"


    Her response made Quintessaugh. She cleared her throat and told Tyrone, "Your mom told me the


    other night to make the most of you while I still could, before you got tired of me and turned against me.


    After all, you''re not exactly Mr. Nice Guy."


    Tyrone was left speechless. What else could he say? The traps set by his own mother were


    everywhere.


    Through gritted teeth, he asked, "Could you two have had such deep conversations that night?"


    Originally, Tyrone thought it would be good for his mom and Quintessa to share a room and bond. Little


    did he know, it was all a setup to trap him.


    If he had known, he would have


    never let Quintessa anywhere near


    his mom. All he wanted to say was: Mom, your scheming is trulyo remarkable.


    Quintessa could almost picture Tyrone''s expression at that moment: "Yeah, it was pretty deep."


    Tyrone''s tone turned harsh, "Enough chit-chat. Just tell me, do you want to see Ynda or not?"


    Quintessa paused, then promptly responded, "Yes!"


    "Are youing out with me tonight?"


    "Yes!"


    "That''s more like it. Now, say you miss me."


    Beep, beep, beep. Tyrone heard the signal on his phone.


    He didn''t put down his phone, speaking towards the disconnected call, "So what if all I think about is


    sleeping with you? What''s wrong with that? How does it bother you? Can you do anything about it?"


    At 9 PM, after wrapping up her shoot, Quintessa changed her clothes and headed out without Manny.


    Right outside, she ran into Violet.


    Violet immediately noticed her outfit and asked, "Where are you going?"


    Quintessa gave her a wistful look, "To have a heart-to-heart talk with your boss."


    "Heh, don''t worry about the time. I''ll cover for you with Laura. Winning over Tyrone is your ticket to the


    top."


    Leaving Violet behind, Quintessa


    saw Tyrone''s car and got in. No


    sooner had she settled in than the person next to her pulled her in for a kiss, catching herpletely


    off guard.


    After the initial shock, Quintessa pushed Tyrone forcefully back against the car door.


    Lifting Tyrone''s chin, she teased, "Enjoy yourself, ''cause I''m in charge now."