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 the

Tyrone's concerned expression, Quintessa asked,

some trouble with

"Should we go now?"

glanced at his watch, "There's still half an hour to go until the end of work. Stick around for

hope it's just for

sure

smirked teasingly, "Geez, didn't expect you to worry so much about my dear old lady. When did you two forge such a

your mom, not mine. If you, her son,

his arm

Emberbrook, no one dares mess with my mom. Just take a seat and relax for a bit. Oh, and

handed it to Quintessa. Upon

luxury brand's perfume, and she was to be

and status in the entertainment industry, there was no way she could've landed such a high-profile endorsement on her own. Tyrone must have used some means

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