Tyrone gritted his teeth, feeling as if she was painting him as some kind of gold-digger.

He, the dignified Mr. Tyrone York became nothing more than her kept man in her words.

With a scowl, Tyrone retorted, "Hey, Quintessa, you can't be serious?"

Quintessa tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips as she leaned into him, "Don't want money? Fine then, you get nothing."

After a moment, Tyrone blurted out two words: "Get in."

He almost shoved Quintessa into the car, closed the door, started the engine to move forward, but was halted by Quintessa's grip, "Back up a little."

Tyrone paused, giving her a suspicious glance, then he sharply turned his head and saw a car parked behind them.

His gaze gradually frosted over. He realized that whenever he was with Quintessa, his intelligence seemed to be wandering outside because his attention was always on this woman.

would never fully belong to just

stare, "Heh, using

to it. You don't have to do it. Go tell her I'm just using you to make

car in reverse. Though Tyrone had long since given up street

body jerked as the car reversed,

an instant, Tyrone's car was parallel to

looked at Quintessa

bag, raising her hand to smash the window of the adjacent

loud bang, there was

really, they could take

about to smash again

coincidence, Auntie. We just finished talking on the phone this

could tear Quintessa apart. How could there

"Quintessa, you'll get what's coming

man seems

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