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?"

in

expression, Quintessa asked, "What's

some trouble with

"Should we go now?"

half an hour to go until the end of work. Stick around for a

it's

sure

expect you to worry so much about my dear old lady. When did you two forge such a deep bond behind my

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

his arm

Emberbrook, no one dares mess with my mom. Just take a seat and relax for a bit. Oh, and I got you a spokesperson gig. Here're the details for you to

document from his desk and handed it to Quintessa. Upon opening it, she saw it was an endorsement for a

to be the lead spokesperson for

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 or paid a great

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