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?

Instead of landing in the bin, the coins ricocheted out, clinking loudly on the pavement and rolling several

snorted in disdain. Who needs

just as the doors were nearly closed, a hand reached

slid open automatically and Tyrone, with a scowl plastered on his

As a decent citizen,

but wonder why he was subjecting himself to such misery. He must have been cursed these days, and have

into

What on earth happened to you? When’s the last time you slept? You

“I got used and kicked to the curb, that’s

“You? Got used

no pushover, and to hear he’d been taken for a ride, it

you’re happy about

her throat, “Ahem, of course not. Are you

just played for a fool, that’s all.”

stand him, and she probably despised him from the bottom of her heart, yet he’d confidently charged forward like

you’ve still got your dignity son.”

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