Tyrone hung up the phone, his face a study in calmness.

During the call, he thought he'd smash his cell to bits and burst into flames of rage once he was done. Alexander's sudden call had thrown a wrench into all his meticulous plans. Yet now, nothing happened.

A fire was raging in his chest, but Tyrone was eerily composed.

The woman Alexander was in love with was Quintessa. They had met back in Serenitia.

Tyrone had lied to his best friend. He said he didn't know Quintessa.

He was aware it wasn't right.

But why should he tell Alexander about it?

him swoop in and steal Quintessa

Such stupidity was

was indeed arrogant, domineering, and unscrupulous. The ruffian he became around Quintessa was reserved only

played his cards close to

had to clench what he wanted in his fist, and no one else

Quintessa were alike—what's mine is mine, and

won't feel a speck of guilt

her, but so do I. There's no reason I should

his best friend was

"Quintessa, what is it about you

the office phone,

and as soon as he stepped in, he felt

vibe was off. James felt even his hairs

to attention, James greeted, "Mr.

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