Tyrone's voice was unusually calm, as indifferent as a cup of cooled white water. His expression was as plain as his tone, but the veins bulging on the back of his hand betrayed the storm of emotions within

him.

Quintessa!

Alexander!

The two names echoed rapidly in Tyrone's mind, repeatedly assaulting his nerves.

Even what Alexander said again, he didn't have the mind to listen.

Snapping back to the moment, Tyrone said casually, "I'm sorry, what? Bad connection, I didn't catch it."

his question, "Tyrone, you

voice, but Tyrone smiled, "Of course not. Why would I pay attention to some minor celeb? If I'm going to notice anyone, she would have to be an A-list star. Who is she anyway?" Tyrone's words seemed genuine; even Alexander, a shrewd

pressed, "Then can you

hand was almost squeezing the phone to pieces, but his response was casual, "Sure,

Tyrone's tone turned nonchalant, "This Quintessa, is she the one

through the line

a lot of

prodded, "But from the photo, she doesn't look that great? Just

this favor. Consider it

was making cracking noises as he squeezed the phone, he said,

inquired about the noise, "What's with the

bad signal. By the way, I just checked online, it says that woman is involved in scandals like escorting, hidden rules, abortion, being

just typical online smear tactics, all bots, I know her. She couldn't possibly do those things. And even if she did, I'd believe she had no choice. You

expression crossed Tyrone's face, anger flickering in his eyes. He scoffed internally: Oh, I don't know

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