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

was not

unscrupulous. The ruffian he became

cards close

his fist, and

were alike—what's mine is mine,

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

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

best friend was about to become his rival in

what is it about you

the

soon as he stepped in, he

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

to attention, James greeted, "Mr.

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