Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )

Quintessa said casually, "Manny, keep count."

"Uh. Sure," Manny nodded.

People tend to sympathize with the weak. Everyone on set stayed and watched the scene.

Their gazes towards Leona were sympathetic, especially with Crystal crying beside her. In contrast, Quintessa seemed unharmed, almost as if she were the villain oppressing the innocent, earning herself looks of disapproval from everyone.

But Quintessa didn't care. A cold smile played on her lips. Was Leona pitiful? Sure, in a pitifully foolish way, being used over and over by Crystal like a pawn in her game. But, even if she was a pawn, it was Leona who allowed herself to be used. It was because of her own stupidity.

Quintessa had no reason to sympathize with a pawn who had harmed her.

Their actions were all petty tricks, far inferior to Roxanne's and Rachel's. But people like Leona couldn't see all things clearly. They were like flies buzzing around, annoying to hear even if you ignored them. Quintessa had no sympathy to spare for Leona. This was a lesson for her. If she had any sense at all, this incident should be a wake-up call. If she still believed Crystal was a naive and kind Snow White, then no one could save her.

Leona, looking like a puppet, cursed herself while slapping her own face. Her face was now swollen, lips bleeding.

By the 46th count, Cynthia walked over, her face full of anger. "Quintessa, why do you have to be so ruthless? We're all part of the same crew. Why take it this far? Do you enjoy bullying people?" Quintessa glanced disdainfully at Cynthia. "Oh, look who decided to play the hero."

Before Cynthia could speak, Quintessa sneered. "Do you even have the right? Are you even worthy?"

Cynthia fumed, "You..."

Quintessa coldly interrupted, "You want me to expose the little tricks you've been up to?"

Cynthia faltered.

Quintessa stared her disdainfully. "I think you're worse than them. At least they act on their desires to take me down. But you? You think about it, but you don't dare. You know they are going to confront me, and you want to tell me, but then you're defeated by your own darkness. You must have felt pretty pleased watching me collapse."

Quintessa had seen through people's true colors before. Yesterday morning, Cynthia hesitated to speak several times. At the time, Quintessa didn't understand, how could she not know? To Quintessa, this woman was truly a joke.

She was not even as good as Crystal and Leona. She harbored malice but lacked the courage to act, and she wanted to be kind but was far from a genuinely kind person.

Cynthia's face turned from red to white. She had intended to be a righteous avenger, but now she just felt utterly ashamed. She hadn't expected Quintessa to see through her so clearly. "Cynthia, you think you're some high and mighty princess, thinking you can pity others. But what are you, really?"

Quintessa pointed at Crystal. "You're not even better than a manipulative bitch pretending to be innocent."

Quintessa had never been afraid of villains. If one is going to play dirty, she could play dirtier.

But for someone like Cynthia, Quintessa's only thought was: stay away from me. I don't have the time or the patience for your pretense.