Upon hearing it, Tyrone immediately sensed something was off. He knew his mother, Mrs. York, like the back of his hand. She was deliberately lowering her voice, fearing others might hear, clearly wary of someone. "Mom, what's going on? Who are you with?"

Mrs. York whispered back, "Don't worry. Mom's not going to get you into trouble. I'm just out shopping."

"Mom, be straight with me. Who are you shopping with? Are you planning to take me out for lunch?"

"It's not me; someone else is treating."

Tyrone heard someone calling for Mrs. York over the phone.

"Mrs. York, is the call through? Can Ty make it?"

"It's through. He'll come over after work. My son, he always listens to me."

Tyrone frowned. "Mom, have you run into some trouble?"

he got in response was

concerned expression, Quintessa asked, "What's

might be some trouble with

"Should we go now?"

go until the end of work. Stick around for a bit. After work, we'll go to Golden Harvest

it's

you sure everything's

expect you to worry so much about my dear old lady. When did

at him. "That's your mom, not mine. If you, her son,

his arm

relax for a bit. Oh, and I got you a spokesperson gig. Here're the details for you to look

out a document from his desk and handed it to Quintessa. Upon opening it, she saw

luxury brand's perfume, and she was to be the lead spokesperson

entertainment industry, there was no way she could've landed such a high-profile endorsement on her own.

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