Quintessa didn't even hear a word Tyrone said, just stuffed the note into her bag and hugged Tyrone, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, "Sweetheart, thanks a bunch." And with that, she was gone in a flash.

Tyrone, left to himself, touched his face where she'd kissed him, and after a moment, kicked off the covers and rolled over, burying his face in Quintessa's pillow. Just a peck on the cheek, and why did it make his heart race so wildly?

This woman, she was too much. Suddenly, Tyrone remembered something and sat up quickly, grabbing his phone to send a picture to Mrs. York.

Mrs. York called back almost immediately, "Tyrone, are you sure about this?"

Tyrone drawled, "Mom, it's gotta be done. You're hitting the card table today and you've got to invite Darlene, show her this picture."

Mrs. York looked troubled. She'd never done anything wrong, and now she had to be an accomplice to her son's schemes.

it works her up and there might be a

grinned, "Toughen up, Mom. Darlene's not gonna get sick from this. It'll just push her to call back her grandson to the Winters family ASAP, and set him

it, Mom. Big plans, you know? Just make

night, he'd gotten Jonathan drunk, paid a guy to pose with

couldn't wait to see Darlene's reaction to the photo. Jonathan would be too busy with family setups

up, Tyrone noticed the lingering blush on his face in the mirror, cockily lifting his chin, "Sweetheart,

into one

worse for wear, passing by with his assistan Tyrone's competitive spirit kicked in, leaning casually against the doorframe, "Well, well, Uncle Jonathan, up and about so

was throbbing fiercely, and despite his best efforts to hide it, seeing Tyrone, he couldn't force a smile,

room.

"What's up, Uncle Jonathan? Like the tee? Quintessa got

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