Ernest felt a headacheing on when he heard she needed another assistant.


    If it weren''t for her huge fan base, Ernest wouldn''t bother with her. But if they canceled the contract, the ount would be toast. "Just talk to Ronald. Isn''t Quinn on your team?" Ernest asked.


    "I have to report to you first. So, you agree, right?" Maya said smugly.


    "I don''t care." Ernest hung up.


    Maya assumed he agreed.


    By the time the shoot wrapped up, it was past three, and no one had eaten.


    Ronald invited everyone to eat, but Maya declined, packed up, and left.


    Helen linked arms with Quinn, saying, "Let''s go eat. You just got here and haven''t had a chance to get to know everyone."


    Quinn nodded and was about to leave when she suddenly got a call.


    She saw it was from Kyle.


    Quinn let go of Helen. "ed to take this."


    She walked aside and answered.


    Kyle said on the phone, "Mrs. Kennedy, I brought you something. Can youe to the parking lot?"


    "What is it?" Quinn asked.


    "Your medicine," Kyle replied.


    Just hearing "medicine" made Quinn nauseous.


    Kyle added, "If you don''te, I can bring it to you."


    Quinn knew he meant she had toe. She paused, then said, "I''lle now."


    She hung up and told Helen, "You go ahead. I have something to do."


    Helen was surprised. "You''re noting?"


    Quinn nodded. "Sorry."All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    "No problem, there will be other chances. Go take care of your business," Helen said, waving.


    Quinn said goodbye and headed to the parking lot.


    Before she got close, she saw Kyle waiting by the car.


    Kyle quickly took out a food container. "Mrs. Kennedy, your medicine."


    Quinn paused. "Can you stop calling me Mrs. Kennedy?"


    Kyle didn''t respond. "Here, it''s still warm. Drink it while it''s hot."


    Quinn gave up. She took the container and opened it. The bitter smell hit her. She took a deep breath and drank it all in one go.


    The familiar, nauseating taste made her dry heave against the car.


    She didn''t expect that even after starting work, she couldn''t escape the medicine.


    Kyle handed her a pack of candy. "Mrs. Kennedy, these help with the bitterness."


    Quinn pushed the candy back. "No need."


    Kyle looked at her, puzzled.


    He thought the amnesiac Quinn was cuter. Now, she seemed different, harder to get along with.


    00000 After recovering from the bitterness, Quinn was about to leave but Kyle stopped her.


    "Mrs. Kennedy, let me drive you back."


    Quinn paused and looked back at him. "I''m not off work yet."


    "It''s time to leave. Let''s go back," Kyle said, bracing himself. "Besides, Mr. Kennedy is waiting for you."


    Quinn scoffed internally, ''That''s the real reason, huh?''


    She clenched her fists. "Can''t I go back myself?"


    "For your safety, it''s better if I drive you. If you don''t go back, Mr. Kennedy wille himself," Kyle said gently but firmly.


    Quinn''s eyelid twitched.


    ''What does Alexander want!'' she thought.


    "Please." Kyle opened the car door.


    Quinn remained silent for a moment but got in the car.


    Helen and the others finished eating around four or five. By the time they got back, it would be time to clock out. She really didn''t have anything else to do.</p<>