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

stupidity was

arrogant, domineering, and unscrupulous. The ruffian

even friends, he played his cards close to

in his fist, and no one else even had a

some ways, he and Quintessa were alike—what's mine is mine, and don't you

know it's wrong to deceive you, but I won't feel a speck

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

was that his best friend was about to become his

it about you that even Alexander is drawn into your

the office

soon as he stepped in, he

appeared normal, the vibe was off. James felt even his hairs standing on

to attention, James greeted, "Mr.

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