Chapter 30

Despite the provocation, Tyrone’s face remained impassive.

Quintessa’s lips curling disdainfully; she thought he was all about restraint – until she attempted to retract her foot and found it trapped. Tyrone’s legs were like a vise, clamping down on her calf with an immovable determination.

And as if that wasn’t audacious enough, his hand had the gall to wander up to her thigh, an unapologetic trespasser in broad daylight.

Quintessa’s body shook with rage. What was this?

To him, she was nothing but a plaything, available at his whim. She reached out and twisted his hand hard, but rather than recoiling, he doubled down, his hand venturing under her skirt with impudent stealth.

With actions so lecherous, Tyrone still managed to look every bit the refined gentleman.

Quintessa’s gaze turned icy as she snapped her head up, but suddenly, a mocking smile graced her lips. Did he think her indignation was for show? Let him touch; she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a response.

the director and producer, effectively dismissing

presence.

thrived on it. The best tactic was to

smiles to everyone else. When she wasn’t trying to seduce, her smile was infectious and genuine, a

eyes, a shadow began to

tipsy, he was loose–lipped with his compliments, “Ms. Young, your eyes are

biz.”

interjected, “Cosmetic

tried again, “Your nose is

cut in, “It’s

producer continued, “Your

smirked, “All thanks to the implantation.”

glass tightened, trembling with restrained fury. She wanted to throttle him, to

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after all. She forced a smile, Well Mr. York, you’re

was cold,

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