Quintessa was heading upstairs, back to her room when she happened to see Reuben. He hurriedly greeted her and then dashed off.

Quintessa wondered; this young man was usually quite enthusiastic about seeing her, what was up with him today?

The next day, she mentioned to Violet that she didn't have time over the weekend.

Violet asked in a low voice, "Quinn, have you also been fishing for so long? Are you planning to bait the hook now?"

Quintessa laughed at herself, "This bait of mine, once cast, is only a matter of time."

The calm and focus Quintessa found during filming was what she loved most. Even though it was exhausting, she was content dedicating herself to her work, devoid of any personal desires. This was a blissful thing.

The weekend arrived quickly, and at 7 PM, Tyrone came to pick up Quintessa.

move on her, but instead, he took her straight to a styling studio and left her in the hands of a several

a dress, Tyrone grimaced. He had already chosen quite an

"This will do. You're not getting any better

looked at the dress on her and frowned, asking, "What

a while now. You're my

plenty of women like

women like you, why drag me along? Just snap your fingers and you'd have

them will match

to herself: Those who'd come running at a snap of his fingers, weren't they much

just smile. And if someone gives you

extravagance. Wealthy people truly lived differently, who

coming-of-age party? S

arm in arm with Tyrone over the red carpet laid in front of the hotel's door. Quintessa glanced at a beautifully erected life-size standee at the entrance, a lovely depiction of a lady, with the name Serena Harrington. "Quite the classy name," she

and the men and

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