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."

wondering about that little vixen and the singer's scandal flying high again. Were they caught living together last night? Wasn't she with

expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had always been possessive;

"I'm in a meeting."

stomped her foot in frustration, "That little enchantress spent the night with two men, and

her off, "Mom, I thought you

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

"I see!"

can you handle

"Mom, you can hang up

the phone aside, Tyrone addressed the room,

remained silent; he glanced at Kevin, who

the executives, "I don't care how many all-nighters

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