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,

might be some trouble

"Should we go now?"

the end of work. Stick around for a bit. After work, we'll go to Golden Harvest

hope it's just for

you sure everything's

about my dear old lady. When

If you, her son, aren't worried, then

his arm

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

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

she was to be the lead spokesperson for

could've landed such a high-profile endorsement on her own. Tyrone must have

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