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

expression,

might be some

"Should we go now?"

of work. Stick around for a

hope it's

you sure

to worry so much about my dear old

you, her son, aren't

wrapped his

Just take a seat and relax for a bit. Oh, and I got you a spokesperson gig. Here're the

document from his desk and handed it to Quintessa. Upon opening

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

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 price to

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