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

lazily, rummaged in his pockets and took out

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

the parking

keep an eye on her, Galilea knew that

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

him coming to her in the dead of night just

exclaimed, the sleepiness

intending to change into a new outfit. However, before proceeding, she had a sudden realization. Walking up to the mirror, she carefully assessed

up, and her eyes showed signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep was

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

the underground parking, her

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