"Alright, we're leaving then."

"Bye Auntie."

Tyrone reached to take the cosmetics from Quintessa's hand, and the two left.

Mrs. York snorted at the sound of the car starting outside, "Ungrateful kids."

Wilma was clearing the dinner table and said, “Ma'am, you actually like Ms. Young, don't you?"

"What? No. I just think, she's had it rough, losing her mom at such a young age and growing up with a stepmom. The Yates family, they're all trouble, she must have had a hard time as a kid. But the thing is, Ty likes her. If he likes her, as his mother, I can't stand in the way, can I? Besides she's quite formidable. If they do end up together, she might just keep that wild boy in line."

Wilma nodded with a smile, "You're right, ma'am."

Mrs. York stretched lazily, exhausted. She'd been shopping all day and had a spat with the Alexander couple, which had been mentally draining. She was exhausted now.

"I'll go upstairs and lie down for a while. Wilma, remember to go to the supermarket tomorrow and get some ribs, pick good ones."

"Alright!"

The skyline was dotted with towering buildings, and the roads were bustling in

passing vehicles outside,

drove attentively. He glanced at Quintessa and said, "There's something

Quintessa turned, puzzled, "Huh?"

later, I won back four. My ability

wondering why he was

pretty good

York was known for his shrewd business acumen and unmatched ability to make money. Dealing with him in business meant you

he wasn't a spendthrift, and she didn't

wealth

not

support them

hadn't grasped the full meaning of his words; she

they reached the set, Quintessa was about to get out of

something I

at him,

her with his deep, soft, pitch-black eyes, as if

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