Chapter 49


    Tyrone’s face went from zero to thundercloud in a split second after hearing those words,


    Quintessa reached out, stroked his cheek with a casual touch, and licked her lips with at rogue’s grin, “I


    recall you weren’t so modest back in the day, Mr. York. You tore my dress off with such ease!


    Remember that swarm of paparazzi? You were quite the exhibitionist, clinging to me like we were two


    halves of a whole. And now you’re ying shy? That’s a


    new one on me.”


    Tyrone was speechless. He felt as though the tables had turned. Had his thunder been stolen?


    For the first time, Tyrone felt a peculiar sense of suffocation, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.


    Quintessa turned to grab her purse, ‘Alright, you’ve had your bit of fun, and I’ve got ces to be. y


    nice, will you?”


    Her words tossed out like a parent bribing a tantrum–throwing toddler with a piece of candy. Tyrone


    wiped the lipstick from the corner of his mouth and suddenly burst intoughter.


    He caught Quintessa as she was about to leave and slipped something into her embrace. She looked


    down to see a brand–new phone, its case a fiery red, just like the bold lipstick


    she often wore.


    Quintessa looked up at Tyrone, who was all cool detachment, “It’s got my number in it. Don’t call unless


    it’s important.”


    Though he said one thing, the message was clear: from now on, she’d better call him for anything.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.


    The phone reminded Quintessa of her own device, which, to this day, Tyrone hadn’t confessed to


    pocketing that night. No matter. She had kept it in mind, and would settle that score eventually.


    Quintessa scoffed, “What’s this? A trade–in? Since when did you be so petty, Tyrone York? Trying


    to woo a woman with a phone? It’ll take more than that to get rid of me.”


    Tyrone gave a pointed look at her chest, a silent suggestion, “Whatever you want, earn it by taking


    good care of me.”


    She tossed the phone into her bag and yfully tapped Tyrone’s chin, “Sure thing. You just wait and


    see. I’ll have you happily opening that wallet of yours!!!”


    Three years ago, when their scandal broke, Quintessa told Tyrone his money was nothing to her. She


    wasn’t bluffing. If she wanted to, she could make any man willingly foot the


    bill.


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    Anyway, I’ve got my own business to attend to, Mr. York. Not all of us can live without e financial worry


    In the world.”


    Tyrone drawledzily, “Come take care of me, and you’ll never worry about anything but having too


    much money.”


    Thatment made Quintessa want to p him right there. Gritting her teeth and arching an eyebrow,


    she retorted, “That’s a job for the evening, not now.”


    With a wave of her hand, she turned to leave. Tyrone watched her go without a backward nce and


    felt an urge to not let her off so easily. Otherwise, it felt like a wasted trip, hardly worth the effort.


    Tyrone’s lips curved into a smile; he uttered from behind, “Tell me, do you think Matthew will pull


    through?”


    Quintessa’s mocking smile chilled, and she paused without turning back, asking casually, “What?”


    Tyrone eyed her silhouette, “Matthew had a car identst night. Didn’t you hear?”


    Quintessa burst outughing, “Oh, really? That’s news to me. Thanks for the update. I’ll buy you dinner


    sometime.”


    Tyrone crossed his arms, assessing Quintessa’s figure from behind. So nonchnt?


    He prodded again, “Last night around 11 PM, I happened to pass by Central za. Guess who I saw?”