Chapter 58

Quintessa leaned forward, closing the gap between her and Snow, her hand reaching out to pluck off Snow’s sunglasses, “Settle down? Who would dare marry a woman like me? You?”

Snow’s eyes were slightly rounded and vivid, strikingly beautiful. His gaze reflected Quintessa’s face as he pinched her chin playfully, “Sure, I’d dare to marry you. But the real question is, would you dare to marry me?”

Just as the elevator doors slid open, Violet stepped out to witness the scene, immediately feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over her. She cleared her throat, “Ahem.”

Violet’s interruption provided an escape for Quintessa, who straightened up as Snow dropped his hand.

Quintessa asked, “What brings you here, Violet? I was just about to call you.”

Violet replied, discomforted, “I was worried you might oversleep, so I came to pick you up.”

Internally, Violet rolled her eyes. Quintessa was such a sly fox, unabashed and bold, making her, the unintended witness, feel like the one who was embarrassed.

elevator together,

the paparazzi always on your

curled his lips, “Whatever.”

in the car, Manny started the

hats there. He handed Quintessa a paper bag with a burrito and a soy latte inside, “I got you some breakfast, just the usual

in her heart. It had been years since anyone had

smiled, “Thanks,

“Next time, ask them to load up

enthusiastically,

then she finally spoke up, “Did Great Snow

seriously trust what a man, who you barely know and is

this, “You’re right; never trust

You’ve got Mr. York on

They’re useful to me, so why not flirt a bit? Besides, it’s not like I’m initiating anything; they come to me. Why pass up the

to succeed, to never again live in fear or be at the mercy of someone else’s whims, to no longer live as if she were constantly on the run.

driven by

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