Chapter 28

Quintessa took a deep breath and slowly extended her hand for a brief, firm handshake with Tyrone.

In front of the director, she couldn’t afford to make a scene with Tyrone. This was her shot, and she had to seize it. Plus, she didn’t want to put Violet in a tight spot.

Since Tyrone was playing the stranger, there was no point in calling him out. Revenge could wait. It wasn’t a dish best served immediately.

Quintessa intended only a quick touch before withdrawing, but to her surprise, as soon as she made contact with Tyrone’s hand, he seized it tightly, refusing to let go. When she was about to lose her cool, he finally released her.

As he let go, Tyrone’s fingers trailed across Quintessa’s palm in a way that made her feel sick.

Everyone there was sharp enough to sense the tension between the two, but they all pretended not to notice.

portly middle–aged man with a bald head that gave him a slightly sleazy

replied, “Sounds

tooth clenching her jaw. She wouldn’t swallow that bitter

took the seat to Quintessa’s

purse and

eyes narrowed slightly.

settled in, discussions about the movie’s locations, shooting, and casting began; over thirty minutes passed, and everyone was sweating from relishing the hot dishes, except Tyrone, who remained cool, sipping

The heir to the York family never shared common dishes with others; he

burgers or buffalo wings what others considered delicacies in

to the finest – Solaceia foie gras, Beluga caviar, and white truffles.

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was. Or as she’d put it- she’d never seen a man so high–maintenance. It was a wonder the York

felt a sting of irony. She picked up her glass of fiery bourbon and swallowed it,

was plotting her next move. Having this scumbag Tyrone right in front of her and not acting out was just too much

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