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?"

York's tone was unfriendly: "Why should I tell you? You know Alex is after

nice all of a sudden? Don't you

just felt like

Mrs. York

hung up again. Like mother, like

York turned off her phone: "That'll teach you to ignore my calls.

Mrs. York arrived home, Tyrone was back,

York glared at him: "Well, look at that, you do come home if I mention that si,

called Quintessa a siren but

with his arms crossed, looked skeptically at her: "You usually can't stop calling her a siren. Why did you change

York pretended to be

on: "Mom, tell me the truth. What did you say to

to avoid Tyrone's

put an arm

liar. Out with it You're keeping secrets from your

York shrugged off his arm: "I told you that it's nothing. Just women's issues, you konw. Anyway, when Alex went to talk

saw the look on Alex's face, which wasn't pretty. At my

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