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?"

in, "I'm not as good as Snow? Come on, spill it. What's he got

comb, "What brings

the comb from Quintessa's hand, "Don't change the subject.

was just blabbering, Mr. York,

"He didn't say anything

darkened, "Got the guts? Repeat

write songs? You can't do any of those, of course, except for being loaded." Tyrone, "No, you

"What's that?"

be able to sing or dance. Then we'll see who compares." Tyrone had his gaze locked onto Quintessa,

Manny away, who was

"Bravo, thug life

it. Who does he think he is, hitting on my girl? If I don't do something

to know that he was here because of the rumors

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