Quintessa's cheeks were still a bit flushed as she asked, "Auntie, is there anything I can do for you?"

Mrs. York didn't hesitate, "Go peel the potatoes."

She treated Quintessa so naturally without any formality, making Quintessa feel almost like she was truly part of the family.

"Oh dear, I forgot, you actresses, always taking care of your hands. You should wear gloves."

"That's alright, peeling with gloves on is a bit clumsy."

Mrs. York looked on in surprise as Quintessa peeled the potatoes swiftly and skillfully, "I didn't expect you to be so adept at this?"

Quintessa smiled, "I used to work in a restaurant when I was abroad."

Mrs. York blinked in astonishment, surprised again that Quintessa had worked; she thought such a girl, when abroad, would be attending classes, shopping, buying clothes. That's how the wealthy from her country usually live, the Young family isn't poor, yet she still worked.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I crashed the car. It's pretty

she could finish, Mrs. York tapped Tyrone's hand with her fork, "That boy has money to burn. Once, he lost two Paganis in a bet within an hour, nearly gave me a heart attack.

could there be such an

a bone, thinking it best to stay silent

car cost a

he's not bringing in money to support a family? Might as well say I raised him for nothing." Tyrone looked up,

beef brisket, smiling, "Eat up, son. You've been losing weight

to the set when Mrs. York called her

girl after all, not

like other female stars. Here, take these face masks and the set. I accidentally bought too much while shopping today, can't use them

proud, clearly doing a favor but saying it as if she

her age, Mrs.

and hydration,

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