Leona and Crystal''s hearts skipped a beat.


    Crystal, looking utterly miserable, pleaded, "I don''t know what you mean. We haven''t done anything


    wrong. Please don''t use us unjustly."


    Leona was wiping sweat incessantly. They were both dressed in thick costumes for the y, and with


    the temperature already soaring, the ring of lights around them felt like an oven, rapidly dehydrating


    them. Leona gritted her teeth and said, "Exactly, what could we possibly do? In this crew, we''re just


    small fries, lucky not to be bullied!"


    As for that little sabotage, there was no concrete evidence, so as long as they denied everything


    vehemently, nobody could pin anything on them. Besides, it was just a little mischief, not something


    that harmed anyone.


    Tyrone smirked coldly, "Ha, unjustly used? So what if I did? I was right there, and yet you dared


    mess with my woman. If I weren''t around, Quintessa would probably be tormented to death by you lot."


    Suddenly, Tyrone felt that Quintessa wasn''t as tough as she appeared. She never initiated attacks on


    anyone. Her so-called toughness was nothing but retaliation after being hurt. She was, essentially, a


    na?ve person.


    Leona eximed, "Mr. York, did Quintessa tell you something? Don''t believe her; that woman is


    venomous. She can''t stand seeing anyone do better than her. You don''t know, she''s slept with every


    man in the crew. She got her role by selling her body."


    Tyrone stood up, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Leona, "This is actually the first time I''ve


    heard that a role I secured for mydy was earned through her liaisons."


    With that, Leona fell silent; Crystal bit her lip, looking anxious.


    Tyrone nced at his watch, finding these women hardly worth his time. He said indifferently, "Cherish


    this. It''s yourst show."


    To those around, hemanded, "Make sure they learn their lesson, or nobody''s leaving."


    Watching Tyrone''s retreating back, Crystal, with tears in her eyes, cried out, "Mr. York, Mr. York. I''m


    sorry. It''s our fault; it''s all on me. Please, spare them. They just wanted to stand up for me. We meant


    no harm; we never thought it would lead to Quinn getting a heatstroke. Please, forgive us."


    Crystal was whimpering, some tufts of her hair stuck on her cheeks; the fragility made her somewhat


    alluring.


    She seemed to be pleading on behalf of everyone, taking all the me on herself. Yet, in reality, she


    implied that the others were merely trying to take it out for her, making it seem as though she was


    uninvolved.


    Tyrone found her act repulsive, a ssic case of someone wanting to appear noble, to be the center of


    attention, longing for what she desired without getting her hands dirty. She manipted others to


    achieve her goals while trying to remain detached, a true master of deception, unworthy of staying.


    However, Leona was moved by her words; she uttered, "Crystal, it''s not your fault. Stop it. That bitch


    Quintessa, who among us can stand against her?"


    As Tyrone walked away, Leona clenched her teeth in anger, "That bitch, if I''m going down, she''s going


    down with me."


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    Even though it was Tyrone who was punishing them, people often instinctively seek to align with power


    and avoid conflict. Knowing they couldn''t challenge Tyrone and daring not to face him directly, they


    redirected their anger towards Quintessa.