Crystal shook her head, "No, Leona, we''re no match for her. I don''t want to drag everyone down again."


    Leona scoffed, "This isn''t for you; it''s for me. Who does this Quintessa think she is? I''m going to make


    sure everyone sees her true colors." When Tyrone returned to the hospital, he ran into Jonathan, who


    looked worse for wear, still struggling with a hangover from the night before. Tyrone stopped Jonathan,


    "Uncle Jonathan, mydy is resting right now. Whatever you''ve got to say, you can say to me. We''re in


    this together." Jonathan''s face, usually warm and inviting, was now cold and indifferent, "I was actually


    looking for you." "What''s up?" "What''s the deal with that picture?" Ty yed dumb, "What picture?"


    Although he appeared calm, his heart was racing. Oh boy, Uncle Jonathan must have gotten the


    family''s barrage of urgent calls. Jonathan smirked coldly, pulling out his phone to show the photo,


    "Don''t tell me this didn''te from your phone." That was when Tyrone feigned realization, "Oh, that.


    Someone recognized you as Movie Star Jonathan and asked me to take a photo of you two. I figured


    someone like you wouldn''t turn down a fan, so I snapped a pic." "And how did it end up on your mom''s


    phone?" "That was when I was chatting with your cousin. I told her I ran into you in Zion City, and she


    wanted a photo. You know, your cousin is a huge fan. That was the only pic I had on me, so I sent it. Is


    there a problem?" Technically, Jonathan should be Mrs. York''s cousin. Jonathan''s smile was slight but


    graceful, giving off an air of serenity. He said lightly, "Ty, do you know, sometimes, the harder you try to


    protect something, the more you can''t keep it?" Tyrone, with a smile tugging at the corners of his


    mouth, looked even more charming, "Uncle Jonathan, you''re so right. Experience speaks doesn''t it?


    But no worries. I''ve got time, I''m young and strong, and I''ve got money. There''s nothing can''t protect."


    FindNovel A yful smile emerged on Jonathan''s somewhat pale face, "I''m actually quite curious


    to see what you''d do when you can''t protect Quintessa." Tyrone replied, a picture of nonchnce, "You


    don''t need to worry about that, Uncle Jonathan. After all, I''m in my prime; I''m sure I can seed. If


    anyone dares to try, I''ll just dispatch them." "Let''s see about that." Jonathan patted Tyrone''s shoulder


    and walked away. The smile on Tyrone''s face gradually turned sinister. His uncle was no saint, and


    though people said Tyrone had a dark heart, Jonathan was no less formidable. Quintessa casually


    asked, "Where''s Tyrone?" "I''m not sure. Want me to go look for him?" "No need. Just bring me myProperty of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    phone." Manny quickly handed over the phone, and Quintessa took a photo of her IV drip to send.


    Even by bedtime, there was no sign of Tyrone Hearing some rustling in the middle of the night,


    Quintessa chuckled, and the person beside her paused, annoyed, "Aren''t you supposed to be resting?"


    Quintessa