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."

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 it." Tyrone's voice was calm and cool, tinged with a hint of

her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had always been possessive; he wouldn't let

"I'm in a meeting."

little enchantress spent the night with two men,

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

It's embarrassing if it gets out that my son

"I see!"

you handle it or

expression darkened, "Mom, you

phone aside, Tyrone

he glanced at

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

satisfactory merger one

swnove

your year-end

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