"No way, I''ve got to give my son a heads up."


    Staring nkly at Jonathan, it took a while for Serena to snap back to reality. Holding Mrs. York''s hand,


    she asked, "Quintessa is really with Ty now, isn''t she?"


    Mrs. York, thinking about Jonathan, replied offhandedly, "Didn''t you see them together this morning?


    Oh dear, you''d better not worry about these things."


    Serena bit her lip, her nose crinkling in frustration.


    That evening, Tyrone took them out for dinner at the same barbecue spot.


    Mrs. York''s face was a picture of shock as she watched her son peel shrimp for Quintessa. The fact


    that her son was even willing to eat at a street food stall had already surprised her enough, let alone


    this. Mrs. York sighed, truly, there''s a lid for every pot!


    Serena, usually the pampered one at home, felt a bit left out as everyone''s attention was on Quintessa.


    Nibbling on a chicken wing, Serena looked at Quintessa with hopeful eyes, "Quintessa, can I work for


    you? It seems so fun to work on a film set. We have a summer project for school, and I''d love to be


    your assistant, for free."


    Quintessa rejected her without a second thought, "No way."


    Serena, a spoiled little princess, working as her assistant? That was a joke. Who would end up taking


    care of whom? And if something went wrong, the Harringtons would have her head.


    Plus, the fact that Serena was Alexander''s sister made it an absolute impossibility.


    Tyrone red at Serena, his face darkened.


    Serena pleaded, "Quintessa, please, I really want to try it. You''re so kind; you''ll say yes, right?"


    "This is not a daycare."


    "I really want to."


    Tyrone interrupted, "I''ll have someone take you home tomorrow morning."


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    Mrs. York suddenly regretted bringing Serena along; it seemed that she didn''t know how to read the


    room.


    Serena''s phone rang, and she answered it excitedly, "Alex."


    Quintessa and Tyrone paused in their eating.


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    "I''m having barbecue with Ty, Cecilia, and Quintessa. It''s a shame you''re not here to peel shrimp for


    me. Yeah, it''s the same Quintessa who came to mying-of-age party. She looks so gorgeous on


    set, and I wanted to be her assistant, but she said no. Alex, I''m hurt."


    The dinner grew even more silent. Back at the hotel, Quintessa casually


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    It was meant to lighten the mood, but Mrs. York agreed, "Sure!"


    "Tonight, I''m sleeping with Quintessa. You''re on your own, Ty. Here, take the room card."


    Tyrone held onto Mrs. York''s hand, pleading, "Mom, you can''t do this."


    Mrs. York forcefully pulled away and pushed him, "Off you go."


    Then, she pulled Quintessa inside and closed the door with a bang, leaving Tyrone outside.