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

"So what if he's shameless? If he cared about that thing, Quintessa would have driven him insane multiple times

better are you? You're just curious because you've never met a woman like Quintessa. You're intrigued, and, you think, competing with

overlook his age. His maturity was something the younger

Tyrone thought about it, the less he knew what to say. Denying it confidently? That

Quintessa were a tangled mess, but one thing

rose on the cliff, they all want to pick

unique rose, thorny and poisonous, yet irresistibly drawing men to her. Jonathan admitted his curiosity about Quintessa. But often,

especially the insincere actresses. But Quintessa was like a breath of fresh air in this otherwise dull and tainted world, making him curious to

head to a shoot, "I've

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