Tyrone grabbed breakfast and then drove to the set. By the time he arrived, Quintessa was already


    deep in the midst of filming.


    Quintessa was all concentration and dedication, utterly absorbed in her role. Tyrone found himself a


    seat, Quintessa''s usual spot when she wasn''t on camera, and watched her, unnoticed by the crew who


    had no idea who he was, and were still buzzing about the scene he''d made with Jonathan and


    Quintessa the night before.


    Manny was perched next to Tyrone, clutching Quintessa''s water bottle, ready to dash over the moment


    the director called cut.


    Hand propping against his chin, Tyrone watched Quintessa, who was dressed in a flowing gown,


    portraying an era of elegance and grandeur with an ease that captivated everyone on set. It was the


    first time Tyrone realized that Quintessa''s beauty wasn''t just skin deep.


    "When''s this scene wrapping up?" Tyrone asked Manny.


    "It''ll be a bit." Manny sneaked a nce at Tyrone, whose gaze hadn''t strayed from Quintessa. He


    asked, "Mr. York, don''t you think Quinn looks especially striking on camera?"


    Tyrone cleared his throat, "She''s alright."


    Manny couldn''t help but pout, thinking, "She''s alright'' and yet you couldn''t take your eyes off her."


    Tyrone was silently calcting how much longer Quintessa would be filming; his breakfast was getting


    cold. Suddenly, his view was blocked. A female voice then chimed in, "Are you Mr. York?"


    Tyrone didn''t even look up, his response curt, "Move." He didn''t want others to disturb him appreciating


    Quintessa.


    Manny looked up to see Crystal Anderson, who yed Lady Arabe Hastings in the film. A sweet-


    faced fairly well-known young actress, she approached with a friendly smile, "Mr. York, sorry to bother


    you


    thought you look we met


    ata partyst year. I didn''t dare to approach until now. I''m Crystal."


    Manny watched, feeling a tad annoyed. Crystal was known for her sunny disposition on set, but she


    came to chat up Mr. York while Quinn was in the middle of filming; he wondered if she had other


    agenda or simply intended to say hello.


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    Crystal, shing her sunny smile and those two tiger teeth, seemed genuinely harmless. It easily could


    let people''s guard down, yet Tyrone barely acknowledged her, ignoring her outstretched hand.


    Withdrawing her hand, Crystal scratched her head awkwardly, "Mr. York, did I interrupt something?"


    Tyrone, visibly annoyed, nudged Manny, "What''s with the dy? Feels like flies swarm as soon as


    summer hits. Can''t stand that buzzing. Shoo her away." Manny''s mouth twitched; he couldn''t help but


    snicker at the remark, despite the tension. He stood up, "Ms. Anderson, I believe they''re ready for your


    scene."


    "


    Crystal, flustered, stayed put, "Mr. York, I was hoping could I ask for a favor? It''s about my brother; he


    works at yourpany, and he..."


    "What are you whispering about behind my back?" Lifting the hem of her dress, Quintessa glided over


    with a yful smirk, cutting her off, her gaze swept at Tyrone and Crystal.


    Tyrone stretched his leg out, pulling over the chair Manny had just vacated, "Have a seat."


    Caught between embarrassment


    and timidity, Crystal stammered,


    "Sorry, Quinn. I just recognized Mr York and wanted to say hi. Plus, my brother works for him, so I


    thought it wouldn''t hurt to introduce myself. Don''t overthink it."