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 Quintessa

was not in his

unscrupulous. The ruffian he became around Quintessa

even friends, he played his cards close to the vest, never missing

his fist, and no one else even had a

alike—what's mine is mine, and

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, to yield is

but so do I. There's no reason I should let you

best friend was about to become

eyes glinted coldly, "Quintessa, what is it about

up the office phone, "Come

as he stepped in,

was off. James felt even his

attention, James greeted,

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