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."

I was just wondering about that little vixen and the singer's scandal flying high again.

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

"I'm in a meeting."

the night with two men, and you're still in the

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

it gets out that my son lost to

"I see!"

handle it

"Mom, you

and tossing the phone aside, Tyrone addressed the

remained silent; he glanced at Kevin, who seemed lost

gaze over the executives, "I don't care how many

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