Chapter 143

“Those breakfast muffins I got you cost more than this chump change, Quintessa. Can you be any cheaper?”

Tyrone pinched the two coins in his hand, wishing he could just crush them.

The door remained silent. Quintessa was making it clear–she wasn’t going to open up.

“You just wait,” Tyrone growled. “Those muffins weren’t cheap. Make sure you pay me back next time.”

With a furious huff, he turned on his heel.

As he passed the trash bin, he was tempted to chuck the coins into it–forget the tip, did he look like a man who needed spare change?

the coins ricocheted out,

Who needs

the doors were nearly closed, a hand reached

automatically and Tyrone, with a scowl plastered on

a decent citizen, you don’t just throw away

to such misery. He must have been cursed these days, and

ran into his mother, who

to you? When’s the last time you slept? You look like a ghost,”

used and kicked to

Got used and kicked?

no pushover, and

sarcastically, “What, you’re happy about

cleared her throat, “Ahem, of

for a

she probably despised him from the bottom of her heart, yet he’d

you’ve

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