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 steal Quintessa

was not in his

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

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

his fist, and

he and Quintessa were alike—what's mine is mine, and don't you dare

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

no reason I should let you have her, even if

was that his best friend was about to become his

is it about you that even Alexander

the office phone, "Come

as soon as he stepped in, he felt

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

to attention, James greeted, "Mr.

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