Chapter 39

James ventured, “For you?”

One look from Tyrone had James mentally kicking himself for his casual address, “I–I understand. On it.”

“Find out who that guy is.”

Internally, James was groaning. Which guy? Could he get a hint, please? Luckily, he was quick; it struck him- probably that dude in the photo with Quintessa.

“Got it.”

“And I want to know everything about her for the past three years.”

James

a headache throbbed at James‘ temples. Running errands for Mr. York was surely Shirley, the secretary’s job, not his.

Tyrone wanted her whereabouts over three years now, after all this time of indifference. Men

Ha

was Rachel, his brow furrowing in annoyance. He wasn’t fond of Rachel and promptly hung up the call. Whatever she

tweaking Tyrone’s ego would brighten her mood, if

the brief flicker of joy extinguished. After waiting at home with no news for two

she had yet to fall

the balcony in her pajamas and lit

of delight, yet ticking Tyrone off would eventually just set herself up

she seriously couldn’t just

this plight; there were still tons of things she needed to do. She must find a breakthrough, unwilling to

balcony snapped her out of her reverie. A man and a

railing and gasping

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from his lips and clothes neat, replied coolly, “So what

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