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?

let him swoop in and

was not in

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

others, even friends, he played his cards close to the vest,

he wanted in his fist, and no one else even

mine is mine, and

to deceive you, but I won't feel a speck of guilt because when it comes to

only one Quintessa. You want her, but so do I. There's no reason I should let you

best friend was

glinted coldly, "Quintessa, what is it about you that even Alexander is drawn into

up the office phone, "Come

as soon as he stepped in, he felt the

Tyrone appeared normal, the vibe was off. James felt even his

to attention, James greeted, "Mr.

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