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?"

got in response was the

expression, Quintessa asked,

might be some trouble

"Should we go now?"

to go until the end of work. Stick around

it's just

sure

so much about my dear old lady. When did

mom, not mine. If you, her

his arm

dares mess with my mom. Just take a seat and relax for

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

to be the lead spokesperson for the

no way she could've landed such a high-profile endorsement on her own. Tyrone must have used some means or

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