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.

a shift in the back seat broke

his pockets and took out

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

parking

Tyrone had sent bodyguards to keep an eye on her,

could she force him into meeting her using her life as a bargaining chip. Instead, she had to film while awaiting her next

in the dead of night just two

be right down!” Galilea exclaimed,

outfit. However, before proceeding, she had a sudden realization. Walking

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

in the underground parking, her voice echoing in

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