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."

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 hint of

didn't get the reaction she expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had

"I'm in a meeting."

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

"Mom, I thought

"It's not about liking her or not. It's embarrassing if it gets out that my son lost to another man. How am I supposed to face my card-playing friends?

"I see!"

can you handle it

darkened, "Mom, you can hang up

and tossing the phone aside, Tyrone addressed the room, "Let's

glanced at

the executives, "I don't care how many all-nighters you pull or what, you

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