Chapter 115
Tyrone clicked his tongue in irritation. “Stop saying things that irritate me, will it kill you?”
“No, but it sure doesn’t sit right with me.”
“Alright, have your moment of comfort. I’ll deal with you when I get back.”
Quintessa snorted with a mocking laugh. “Fine, if you don’t, you’re a coward.”
Tyrone bit back at Quintessa. “If I don’t come, I’ll call you ‘grandrna‘.”
Leaving those words behind, Tyrone left.
Quintessa watched Tyrone hurry off with his phone, a cold smile on her lips.
As a rookie starlet, getting involved Tyrone, with Emberbrook’s golden boy, would set the tabloids on fire if word got out. She’d shoot straight to stardom. But Tyrone… how would he allow any news that might tarnish his image leak? That would smear the York Financial Group.
Men, always with one face when they’re with you, and another as soon as they turn around.
Never trust what comes out of a man’s mouth.
Quintessa composed herself before meeting with Director Frost.
Director Frost talked to her about the play; it seemed like he was planning to give her a few more scenes because he was seriously unsatisfied with Roxanne’s performance. In contrast, Quintessa’s
professionalism and acting talent made him view her positively despite her temper, seeing her as genuine and a talent worth fostering.
With the director putting it that way, Quintessa was more than happy to go along, eager for more screen
time.
The shooting resed in the afternoon. It was a scene where Quintessa’s character causes Roxanne’s
ingenue to lose her child, and upon finding out, she came to confront her in a rage. The plot was simple enough.
Once the filming started, Roxanne quickly got into character, excellently portraying the hatred and madness of a mother who lost her child, primarily because she genuinely harbored such feelings towards
Quintessa!
A handmaiden pushed Roxanne, who lunged forward, twisting her arms behind her back. Quintessa, in a stunning crimson gown, approached with a smirk, moving elegantly while her headpiece gently swayed.
Quintessa leaned down, grabbed Roxanne’s chin, and smiled triumphantly, wicked enough to make one grit their teeth. “It was my doing. What can you do about it? The King belongs to me. Competing with me for a man is suicidal!”
Roxanne struggled fiercely!
With a sharp slap, Quintessa struck her down.
“Cut!” the director shouted. “Perfect, this was good. Keep that energy going forward. That’s a wrap, next group, get ready.”
The staff hurried to set up props for the next scene, leaving Quintessa and Roxanne out of the spotlight.
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Roxanne, covering her face, glared at Quintessa with pure loathing. “Quintessa, dare to hit me again? Sooner or later, I’ll make you regret it.”
Quintessa raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you like being slapped? Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’d be more than happy to oblige!”
“Fine. Quintessa, you’ve got guts, just wait. I’ll get back at you double for today’s slap someday.”
Quintessa drawled, “Double? In that case, I might as well give you a little extra.”
Roxanne immediately sensed something was wrong. “What are you planning to do?”
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“What are you doing?”
Quintessa replied, “Just some emotional exchange between peers, talking about the upcoming scenes,” Quintessa replied smoothly.
Roxanne tried to break free, but Quintessa was far stronger. Her agent and assistant were engaged in a conversation with the assistant director, too far away to notice her plight.