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."

that little vixen and the singer's scandal flying high again.

she expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had

"I'm in a meeting."

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

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

about liking her or not. It's embarrassing if it gets out that my son

"I see!"

you handle

"Mom, you can hang up

call and tossing the phone aside, Tyrone addressed

remained silent; he glanced at Kevin, who seemed

many all-nighters you pull or what, you do.

satisfactory merger one

swnove

your year-end

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