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."

meeting? Well, I was just wondering about that little vixen and the singer's scandal flying high again. Were they caught living together last night? Wasn't she with you? She was practically in your pocket, and you let someone snatch her away?" "Alright, I got it." Tyrone's voice was calm and cool, tinged with a

expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone

"I'm in a meeting."

frustration, "That little enchantress spent the night with two men, and you're still in the mood for

thought you didn't like her? Why

embarrassing if it gets out that my son lost to another man. How am I supposed to face my card-playing friends? I don't

"I see!"

you handle

"Mom, you can

and tossing the phone aside,

silent; he glanced at Kevin, who

executives, "I don't care how many

satisfactory merger one

swnove

year-end

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