Manny said, "But Quinn, honestly, I feel that compared to that Mr. York, Snow seems a tad bit nicer, you know?" "Really?"

After a while, Manny fell silent, and his hand holding the hairdryer froze in place, aimlessly blowing hot air at her left temple. Quintessa asked, "Why the silence?" Manny's voice trembled, "I-I..."

Quintessa, feeling suspicious, lifted her head to glance at Manny and saw him pale as a ghost, his expression crumbled, with a vacant stare fixed toward the doorway; his hand holding the hairdryer shook uncontrollably.

Quintessa turned to look at the doorway, and upon seeing the figure at the door, she immediately understood it.

She sighed; mourning for Manny in her heart, she reached out to take the hairdryer from his hand, "Step outside for a bit."

Manny instinctively tried to bolt, but the person at the door blocked him, "What's the rush?"

"I'm not as good as Snow? Come on, spill it. What's he got that I don't? I want to

comb, "What

Quintessa's hand, "Don't change the

"I-I was

"He didn't say anything

"Got

Can you dance? Can you write songs? You can't do

"What's that?"

than him. And-buddy, I've got money. I can make it rain so hard that he won't be able to sing or dance. Then we'll see who compares." Tyrone had his gaze locked

who

said, "Bravo, thug life suits

he is, hitting on my girl? If I don't do something about it, does he think I'm dead

was here because of the rumors about her

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