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

headache throbbed at James‘ temples. Running errands for Mr. York was surely

his head. Tyrone wanted her whereabouts over three years now, after all this time of indifference. Men were so fickle.

Ha

his brow furrowing in annoyance. He wasn’t fond of Rachel and

hoped that tweaking Tyrone’s ego would brighten

her own spirits plummeted as she lay in bed, the brief flicker of joy extinguished.

was breaking, and she had yet to fall

the balcony in her pajamas and lit at cigarette, mocking herself. Was

it for a moment of delight, yet ticking Tyrone off would eventually just set herself up for

couldn’t just

was sick of this plight; there were still tons of things she needed to do.

thought, a commotion from the neighboring balcony snapped her out of her reverie. A man and a woman

against the railing and gasping loudly, exclaimed, “No one’s watching, right?”

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

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