Quintessa thought darkly to herself that she couldn''t let this little b*tch insult her for nothing. You insult


    me once, I''ll return it a hundredfold.


    Everyone on set, including the director, was taken aback by Quintessa''s fierce retort. They all nced


    at Leona, wondering how she''d cope if Quintessa actually didn''t have any needles. Apologizing a


    hundred times would be one thing, but what about the p? It would swell her face, what about her


    face then?


    Crystal looked worried, "Leona, maybe we should just let it go, let''s just consider ourselves unlucky."


    It would have been better if Crystal hadn''t said that. As soon as she mentioned considering themselves


    unlucky, it reignited Leona''s fighting spirit.


    Leona felt that the more Quintessa spoke like this, the guiltier she must be. She was only trying to


    intimidate them.


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    Leona lifted her chin, "Fine, I agree. Today, I want everyone to see the true face behind your words.


    But, if it was you who did it, then you do it yourself as what you just said."


    Quintessa merely nced at Crystal. Leona was such a fool, thinking herself a hero when she was


    being used as a pawn. Crystal was truly repulsive; you''d feel nauseous just looking at her. She had


    clearly noticed Leona''s hesitation earlier, hence her deliberate words. Quintessa truly found Crystal


    more detestable than Roxanne.


    Quintessa shrugged nonchntly. "Sure! If you''re so eager to p yourself, I don''t have any obligation


    to stop you. After all, I''m certainly no fake saint."


    Crystal''s expression was priceless. Quintessa smiled coldly, "Leona, I''m in a good mood today. See


    how stupid you are, here''s a piece of advice for you: don''t end up dead and still ying the grateful


    fool." Leona hesitated for a moment, "Cut the crap. Show us your hands and let everyone see."


    Quintessa shrugged nonchntly. "Fine, keep your eyes wide open and watch closely."


    Leona, Crystal, and everyone else present stared at Quintessa intently. They watched as her hands


    slowly emerged from her wide sleeves and lifted up slightly.


    The traditional costume''s sleeves were wide, and as Quintessa moved, they slid down to her elbows,


    revealing a slender, fair forearm.


    Quintessa''s wrists were slender, and


    her fingers delicate and elegant, looking almost meticulously crafted. And under the sunlight, her hands


    appeared almost translucent, stunning in their beauty.


    But the beauty of her hands wasn''t the point. The point was that there was absolutely nothing hidden


    between her fingers, not evena single hair, let alone a needle.


    Leona was dumbfounded immediately.


    Quintessa smirked at Leona, "See? See it clearly. There''s absolutely nothing in my hands."


    Leona couldn''t believe it, "Impossible. It must be on you somewhere. Where have you hidden it?"


    Leona rushed forward and tore at Quintessa''s sleeves, "You must''ve hidden the needle in your sleeve.


    You must have!" Quintessa sneered, "Then why didn''t you find it? Everyone was watching. Is there a


    needle on me? It''s crystal clear."


    Leona didn''t believe it. When


    Quintessa pricked her just now, she clearly felt more than one needle in Quintessa''s hand. Those


    needles couldn''t have just vanished into thin air. s?novel


    Quintessazily said, "Director, Leona is ndering me, and she''s still pestering me here. Aren''t you


    going to do anything about it?"