Tyrone's face turned cold: "Mom, was it Quintessa?"

Scoffing, Mrs. York sent Tyrone a photo she'd sneakily taken. It showed Alexander and Quintessa standing face-to-face.

The sight nearly made Tyrone smash his phone.

"That Quintessa, I've been at loggerheads with Snow for her, and here she is, cozying up with Alexander behind my back. I can't believe this."

It seemed like his rivals in love were sprouting up like mushrooms after the rain.

While everyone else seemed to woo their lady with ease, Tyrone felt like he was navigating a minefield, with Snow on one side and Alexander seizing his chance on the other.

Tyrone asked coldly: "Mom, did you see her?"

"Yeah."

"Did you talk to her?"

unfriendly: "Why should I tell you? You know Alex is after her, and it is your

to Tyrone. "Mom, why are you being so nice all of a sudden? Don't you usually get annoyed just hearing her

felt like

that, Mrs.

she hung up again. Like

teach you to ignore my calls.

York arrived home, Tyrone was back, calling out,

do come

called Quintessa a siren but stopped herself

crossed, looked skeptically at her: "You usually can't stop calling her a

pretended to be distracted: "Did

the truth. What did

to

put an

You're keeping

nothing. Just women's issues, you konw. Anyway, when Alex went to talk

Alex's face, which wasn't pretty.

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