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

stupidity was not

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

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

in his fist,

some ways, he and Quintessa were alike—what's mine is

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

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

he faced was that his best friend

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

up the

promptly, and as soon as

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

attention, James greeted,

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