In the end, he effortlessly made his way into her place, climbed into her bed, and made her an artist under the York Financial Group. It could be said that Tyrone essentially had control over everything in
Quintessa's life, but he wasn't satisfied yet.
Before, Tyrone always felt at a disadvantage in front of Quintessa, but it wasn't until his return from Emberbrook that a conversation with Mrs. York made him realize, in this tug-of-war with Quintessa, he had a myriad of paths behind him, whereas Quintessa had only a cliff behind hers.
Tyrone had everything, and Quintessa had nothing-no support, no backing. All she possessed was her own cold, hard heart, which she guarded fiercely, making herself invincible. She strove to survive in this cruel world, fending off the harsh blows the world dealt her.
She didn't accept his kindness, not because she didn't want to, but because she dared not.
Quintessa clung to her few principles; in seeking vengeance alone, she could not drag anyone down with her.
That day, Mrs. York said: If you can't stay with the girl till the end, don't bother her.
Tyrone thought he understood Quintessa, but he realized that even Mrs. York, who had only spent a short time with Quintessa, understood her better.
Tyrone felt uneasy; the more he understood her, the more he empathized with her.
With a mischievous smile still on his lips, Tyrone pinched Quintessa's cheek, “You're my woman, and I want to take care of you, is there a problem with that? Be good, don't say things that make me unhappy; after all, nothing you say can change my decision."
Quintessa wanted to say something but couldn't replace the words. She held the folder, lost in thought. And after a while, she looked up at Tyrone.
He was serious when working, lips pursed, brows furrowed - actually a cold and indifferent man when not smiling.
Without raising his head, Tyrone took a pen and swiftly signed his name where the president's signature was needed at the bottom of the page, "What are you looking at? Do you think I'm too handsome?" Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Yeah."
Tyrone expected disdain but was pleasantly surprised by her prompt agreement.
"Huh, agreeable today."
"What did you do just now?" Quintessa had been thinking about it.
Tyrone winked at her, "You don't
need
know it's better than your
try to interfere." Content
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He wasn't planning on telling Quintessa until everything was settled.
Quintessa rested her chin on her hand, "Why didn't I realize how smart you are before?"
Tyrone glanced at her, "Did you give
me a chance to show it? It seems like I need to seize more
swn
lovel
opportunities to let you take a good look."
Quintessa just smiled, saying nothing.
"It was about time," Tyrone stood up, "Let's go, to Golden Harvest."
Wrapping his arm around Quintessa, Tyrone casually asked, "I forgot to ask, how did you get up here? You're not telling me you can now enter the York Financial Group unnoticed."
"No, my brother brought me here."
"Since when do you have a brother?"
Quintessa tilted her chin up, "Just acknowledged him, there he is."
Ahead, Kevin waved at them, "Boss, I've been working hard. How about treating me to dinner?"
Tyrone chuckled, clapping Kevin on the shoulder, "Come on, let me talk to you about life!"
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