Snow was absolutely livid, swearing under his breath. "Seriously?!"

He'd had several run-ins with Tyrone before, but Snow had never really made a big deal out of it.

Firstly, Snow knew Tyrone was out of his league in terms of capabilities. Sometimes, it just wasn't worth the hassle over trivial matters.

Secondly, Snow thought, why bother at all?

But this time, Snow couldn't hold back. Tyrone was clearly picking a fight. And now that Snow had set his sights on Quintessa, there was no reason to step aside for Tyrone. After all, is there such a thing as friendly rivals?

Snow smirked, saying, "Mr. York, we're all adults here. Why stoop to such childish antics?"

Tyrone's lips curled into a devilish smile. "Indeed, it's very adult of me to just hit your car."

Snow was at a loss for words. So, if they weren't adults, Tyrone would've gone after him personally, not just his car.

a decade and had met all sorts of people. But this level of brazen shamelessness was rare. Snow nodded silently, "Mr. York, if you're a real man,

Snow as if he were an

under his breath for not bringing a knife

glanced at the time, knowing the cops would be here soon. "I'll have someone deliver the compensation to your studio later. Goodbye. We'll have plenty of time for a direct confrontation later. We'll talk

stepped on the gas,

a bad day to step out. He turned to look at his new car, which he had bought

tip of the

phone and made a call. Before Snow could figure out what to do next,

hour before the cops finally came to

his car keys on the

in nervously, sensing Tyrone was in a slightly

York, what can I do

looking up, Tyrone said, "I accidentally hit Snow's car. Go ahead and deliver the

kindness to his rival by offering compensation? That

head, James

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