Chapter 16 Wouldn't give the tof day, but Tyrone is different, huh? Exactly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuintessa's word echoed relentlessly in Jerome's ears, stirring a nameless rage within him. How in the world was he any less than Tyrone? Suddenly, someone quipped, "What's up with you today, Mr. Lott? You're not in your usual spirits. That cute chick over there, and you're not making a move? What's the matter, afraid your lady back hwill get jealous?" Jerome's mind raced, and he managed a smile, saying, “Nothing much, just bumped into an old acquaintance today. Gota bit sentimental." The guy casually probed, "Who?" "My future sister-in-law." "Your sister-in-law?" "Yeah, Miranda's sister." At that, the guy lit up, "Oh now I remember; you mean Quintessa, right?" A curious spark ignited in Jerome, "How cyou remember?" "Remember? How could I forget? Man, I had such a, let's just say, a keen interest in that woman. I heard she's quite the flirt, loves to seduce others' boyfriends. I used to wonder why she never cafter me." Someone else joked, “What, you wanted her to seduce you?" "Of course, man. A woman like that, she's not ordinary, she's a knockout - a rare find. Just seeing her, I'd get a hard-on, seriously. It's been years, and I still regret not making my move before she was shipped off overseas." "She's back now, so here's your chance." "You said it." Jerome's grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles turned white. It seemed he wasn't the only man with Quintessa on his mind.
Someone else asked, "Hey, isn't your fiancée Quintessa's aunt? You ever meet that woman?" Tyrone lounged on know her." e couch, swirling his drink lazily, drawling, "Quintessa? Don' Jerglanced over. Tyrone's face wore a half-smile; Quintessa's nseemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. It was as if it really didn't matter to him.
The casting for the TV series "Shadows of the Past" was settled; all that was left was to sign the contract and wait for the call to join the set.
However, there had been no news about the role in the film "Whispers in the Wind". After a full week of waiting, at 10 p.m. on a weekend night, Quintessa was already asleep when Violet burst in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Quinn, get up, quick! Director Gardner, the producer, and a few of the investors want to meet you." Quintessa frowned, "This late? Where?"
"Tonight, the leads for the movie are meeting with the producer, the om investors, and the director for a get-together. Quinn, you need to be sharp; whether or not you get this part depends on tonight. It's crucial." Violet didn't spell it out, but the implication was clear to Quintessa.
A late-night meeting, huh. Quintessa nodded, "I understand."
Seeing Quintessa agree so readily, Violet felt a pang of guilt, "Quinn, om you're new to the scene, but you're N not getting any younger. If you don't seize this chance, there might never be another one." As Quintessa picked out her outfit, she replied, “Yeah, you don't need to tell me; I know what I want."
Quintessa knew better than anyone what she was after power, revenge. She had waited three long years, she wasn't inla hurry, not for a moment more. Now, what she needed to do was to rise quickly in the world of entertainment.