Chapter 83


    Mrs. York felt a flutter of panic in her chest as she watched the sleek automobile pull up: “But why are


    your taking out your Pagani, Tyrone? I thought you said you were done with racing?”


    There isn’t a man alive who doesn’t love a good set of wheels, and Tyrone York was no exception. He


    was passionate, he was loaded, and he could afford the luxury. His garage housed a collection of the


    world’s most elite supercars, valued at over ten million dors. In his wild youth, he’d bet on races and


    tore up the tracks himself.


    And those two Paganis, priced at a cool $3.5 million each, weren’t even the crown jewels of his


    collection. Tyrone swung open the car door and hopped in: “Got business to handle.”


    Mrs. York, with her anxiety spiked, blurted: “What business? Where are you off to? You’re not meeting


    someone for a race, are you? Son, you can’t do that.”


    Not even acknowledging her, Tyrone just closed the door, fired up the engine, and sped off, leaving


    Mrs. York clutching her heart and eximing in distress, “Everything was fine, what on earth is going


    on?”


    Alexander had a gut feeling that something was off with Tyrone. After multiple attempts, he finally got


    through on the phone, and said with a voiceced with urgency, “Tyrone, where are you?”


    Tyrone gripped the steering wheel, with the streetlights and tall buildings shing by in a blur; the


    speed. was too much for the average eye to track.


    Just on the road,” Tyrone responded coolly.


    “What road? Where are you headed?”


    “Zion City.”


    Alexander felt a rush of disbelief, “Are you mad? It’ste, and you’re driving? That’s insane, it’s a two–


    hour flight away.”


    Tyrone hung up abruptly.


    He needed to do something; otherwise, how would he manage to sleep tonight?


    After being cut off, Alexander couldn’t reach him again.


    From Emberbrook to Zion City, it was over 130 miles as the crow flies. Even if Tyrone pushed his car to


    the limit at 250 miles per hour, it would take him over three hours to get there.


    And if he really hit 250, he’d be caught by the cops before long. No matter how you sliced it, it was


    going to take at least six hours to arrive.


    Alexander sat in his own car, worried sick, knowing sleep was out of the question tonight.


    He couldn’t fathom what was going on with those photos.


    He had never seen Tyrone lose control so quickly before. Sure, Tyrone had his reckless days in the


    past, but in recent years, he had seemed to mature and stabilize.


    Those photos, though, were trouble.


    Shaking his head, Alexander marveled at the sight of Tyrone getting so worked up over a woman. It


    was


    Chapter 83.


    nothing short of a miracle.


    At 6:34 AM, after more than five hours on the road, when the sky just began to lighten, Tyrone finally


    drove into Zion City.


    He’d had his fair share of police chases along the way, but every time he was pulled over, he’d give a


    quick call and have the cops letting him go.


    After a night of furious driving without a wink of sleep, Tyrone felt his rage had subsided somewhat, and


    his cool was gradually returning.


    A woman had managed to throw him off bnce like this. It was almostughable, even to him.


    N?velDrama.Org content.


    A sardonic smile yed on Tyrone’s handsome features. It had been years since he’d lost his


    composure like that. Quintessa was indeed a formidable woman.


    His life had been clearly divided into two distinct worlds since she came into the picture.


    With others, Tyrone was aloof, cold,posed, and controlled.


    With Quintessa, all his reason seemed to evaporate in an instant, leaving him utterly unlike himself.