Quintessa was heading upstairs, back to her room when she happened to see Reuben. He hurriedly


    greeted her and then dashed off.


    Quintessa wondered; this young man was usually quite enthusiastic about seeing her, what was up


    with him today?


    The next day, she mentioned to Violet that she didn''t have time over the weekend.


    Violet asked in a low voice, "Quinn, have you also been fishing for so long? Are you nning to bait the


    hook now?"


    Quintessaughed at herself, "This bait of mine, once cast, is only a matter of time."


    The calm and focus Quintessa found during filming was what she loved most. Even though it was


    exhausting, she was content dedicating herself to her work, devoid of any personal desires. This was a


    blissful thing.


    The weekend arrived quickly, and at 7 PM, Tyrone came to pick up Quintessa.


    Quintessa had thought he was ready to make a move on her, but instead, he took her straight to a


    styling studio and left her in the hands of a severaldies for makeup and to choose a dress without


    waiting for her questions.


    When she finally came out in a dress, Tyrone grimaced. He had already chosen quite an unattractive


    dress, yet she still looked stunning in it.


    He gave a reluctant nod, "This will do. You''re not getting any better than this. Let''s go."


    Quintessa looked at the dress on her and frowned, asking, "What are you up to?"


    Tyrone wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "My friend''s sister''sing-of-age party. They''ve been


    nagging me toe for a while now. You''re my plus one, to help me fend off people." Quintessa sized


    up Tyrone, "Someone trying to set you up?"


    Tyrone snorted, "Me? I''m handsome and rich, plenty of women like me, why would I need to be set


    up?"


    Quintessa rolled her eyes, "If so many women like you, why drag me along? Just snap your fingers and


    you''d have a crowd."


    "But none of them will match up to you."


    Quintessa thought to herself: Those who''de running at a snap of his fingers, weren''t they much the


    same as her?


    Tyrone briefed Quintessa, "When we get there, you don''t have to speak, just smile. And if someone


    gives you trouble, don''t hold back." Quintessa just responded nomittally.


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    Parking the car and looking at the five-star hotel, Quintessa marveled at its extravagance. Wealthy


    people truly lived differently, who else would make such a fuss for a


    Quintessa walked arm in arm with Tyrone over the red carpetid in front of the hotel''s door. Quintessa


    nced at a beautifully erected life-size standee at the entrance, a lovely depiction of ady, with the


    name Serena Harrington. "Quite the ssy name," she thought.


    Upon entering, a melodious piano tune filled the banquet hall, and the men and women present were


    all nobility and elite.


    Some people greeted Tyrone


    immediately upon seeing him; hez


    merely nodded faintly without


    speaking a word. This could be considered rude, but everyone else appeared to find normal. S


    Quintessa thought to herself, he really did put on an act of nobility and aloofness outside.


    Many guests in the hall were secretly sizing up Quintessa; some had already recognized her as the


    actress recently scandalized online.


    A male voice sounded from behind, "Ty, you''re here. I was just asking your mom if you''de or not."


    Hearing that voice, Quintessa''s hand tightened abruptly. And Tyrone, giving her a look, forcefully turned


    around with her in his arms.