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

concerned expression, Quintessa asked,

some trouble with

"Should we go now?"

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

hope it's just for

you sure

you to worry so much about my dear old lady. When did you two forge such

eyes at him. "That's your mom, not mine. If you, her son, aren't worried, then I have even less

wrapped his arm

for a bit. Oh, and I got

his desk and handed it to Quintessa.

was to be the

and status in the entertainment industry, there was no way she could've landed such a high-profile endorsement on

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