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."

Mrs. York seemed not to catch his drift at all, blurting out, "Oh, you're in a 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

her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had

"I'm in a meeting."

York stomped her foot in frustration, "That little enchantress spent the

off, "Mom, I 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

"I see!"

can you handle it

"Mom, you can

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glanced at Kevin, who

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