Wilma picked up the phone, "Maybe you should give the young master a call?"

"Should I, though?"

"Yes, after all, Ms. Young is his lady."

"You have a point." Mrs. York stretched out her hand, and Wilma passed the phone to her with a smile.

Taking the phone, Mrs. York dialed Tyrone's number.

But there was no answer. Mrs. York frowned and dialed again.

Finally, after the fourth attempt, the call connected.

"Mom, I'm in a meeting."

scandal flying high again. Were

eager for gossip, didn't get the reaction she expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had always been

"I'm in a meeting."

the night with

off, "Mom, I thought you didn't like her? Why so

out that

"I see!"

you handle it or

expression darkened, "Mom, you can hang

ending the call and tossing the phone aside,

remained silent; he glanced at Kevin, who seemed

coolly swept his gaze over the executives, "I don't care how many all-nighters you

satisfactory merger one

swnove

year-end

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