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?

swoop in and steal

was

unscrupulous. The ruffian he became around

others, even friends, he played his cards

wanted in his fist, and no one

alike—what's mine

rule of thumb was clear: I know it's wrong to deceive you, but I won't feel a speck of guilt because when it comes to love,

Quintessa. You want her, but so do I. There's no reason I should let you have her, even if you are my

reality he faced was that his best friend was about to

what is it about you that even Alexander is

picked up the office phone,

and as soon as he stepped in,

normal, the vibe was off. James felt

attention, James greeted, "Mr.

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