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

Such stupidity was not

The ruffian he

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

had to clench what he wanted in his fist, and no

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

You want her, but so do I. There's no reason I should let you have her, even if

stark reality he faced was that his best friend

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

picked up the office phone,

as soon as he stepped

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

James greeted, "Mr.

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