Tyrone gave an impassive smile, "Uncle Jonathan, competing with your own nephew over a lady? Don't you feel ashamed?"

He had never referred to Jonathan as "uncle" before, having never really seen him as an elder. But now, the way he emphasized "uncle" seemed oddly respectful.

However, Jonathan knew all too well that Tyrone was just mocking him, as if someone kept whispering in his ear about how old and unattractive he was.

Tyrone had always been a bit of a schemer, shameless to the core, and for Quintessa, he was willing to do just about anything.

Hearing you talk about ashamedness is quite funny, considering you seem to lack it

his eyes, mimicking Quintessa, thinking, "So what if he's shameless? If he cared about that thing, Quintessa would have driven him insane

because you've never met a woman like Quintessa. You're intrigued, and, you think, competing with your

people naturally overlook his age. His maturity was something the younger men couldn't match. He looked at

less he knew what to say. Denying it

Tyrone knew his feelings for Quintessa were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear:

all the same. No matter who, seeing a rose on the cliff, they all want to pick it.

drawing men to her. Jonathan admitted his

had long lost interest in them, especially the insincere actresses. But Quintessa was like

he needed to head to a shoot, "I've got work to do.

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