Chapter: 455

Perhaps because he was born out of wedlock.

His very existence was seen as a mistake from the very beginning.

In the middle of the night, a black Cayenne eased into the underground parking lot of the hotel, temporary home to the Cloudwater Town film crew.

“We’ve arrived, sir,” the driver announced, glancing at Tyrone’s resting form reflected in the rearview mirror.

“Okay,” Tyrone murmured, his eyelids remaining shuttered, his form suggesting sleep.

Detecting the strong scent of alcohol in the car, the driver hesitated, unsure whether to persist in reminding him.

minutes later, a shift in the back seat broke

and took out his

momentarily before a surprised woman’s voice greeted him. “Tyrone? It’s

the parking lot of

on her, Galilea

using her life as a bargaining chip. Instead, she had to

her in the dead of night just

down!” Galilea exclaimed, the

sense of urgency, she stood up promptly, intending to change into a new outfit. However, before proceeding, she had

lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep was a floral slip nightdress, with the hemline reaching her

consideration, she slicked on some lipstick, threw on a short coat from her

parking, her

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