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.

sorts of people. But this level of

an idiot. "Isn't hitting your car upfront enough for

his waist, and cursed under his breath for not bringing

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

gas, leaving Snow in a cloud of

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

was just the tip of the iceberg in terms of

pulled out his phone and made a call. Before Snow could figure out what to do next, he found himself surrounded by a crowd of over enthusiastic fans in the middle of

hour before

at the office, Tyrone tossed his car keys

in nervously, sensing Tyrone was in a slightly better

what can

hit Snow's car. Go ahead

to his rival by

James nodded, "Alright, I'll take care of

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