Chapter 49

Tyrone’s face went from zero to thundercloud in a split second after hearing those words,

Quintessa reached out, stroked his cheek with a casual touch, and licked her lips with at rogue’s grin, “I recall you weren’t so modest back in the day, Mr. York. You tore my dress off with such ease! Remember that swarm of paparazzi? You were quite the exhibitionist, clinging to me like we were two halves of a whole. And now you’re playing shy? That’s a

new one on me.”

Tyrone was speechless. He felt as though the tables had turned. Had his thunder been stolen?

For the first time, Tyrone felt a peculiar sense of suffocation, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Quintessa turned to grab her purse, ‘Alright, you’ve had your bit of fun, and I’ve got places to be. Play nice, will you?”

words tossed out like a parent bribing a tantrum–throwing toddler with a piece of candy. Tyrone wiped the lipstick from the corner of

She looked down to see a

she often wore.

all cool detachment, “It’s got my number in it. Don’t call

thing, the message was clear: from now on, she’d better call him for anything.

Tyrone hadn’t confessed to pocketing that night. No matter. She had kept it in mind, and would settle that score eventually.

York? Trying to woo a woman with a phone? It’ll take more than that to get rid of me.”

chest, a silent suggestion, “Whatever you want, earn

the phone into her bag and playfully tapped Tyrone’s chin, “Sure thing. You just wait and

ago, when their scandal broke, Quintessa told Tyrone his money was nothing to her. She wasn’t bluffing. If she wanted to, she could make any man willingly foot the

bill.

17:08

Not all of us can live without e financial worry In the world.”

care of me, and you’ll never worry about anything but having too much money.”

right there. Gritting her teeth and arching an eyebrow, she retorted, “That’s a job for

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