Tyrone''s voice was unusually calm, as indifferent as a cup of cooled white water. His expression was


    as in as his tone, but the veins bulging on the back of his hand betrayed the storm of emotions


    within


    him.


    Quintessa!


    Alexander!


    The two names echoed rapidly in Tyrone''s mind, repeatedly assaulting his nerves.


    Even what Alexander said again, he didn''t have the mind to listen.


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    Snapping back to the moment, Tyrone said casually, "I''m sorry, what? Bad connection, I didn''t catch it."


    Alexander repeated his question, "Tyrone, you really don''t know her?"


    Suspicionced Alexander''s voice, but Tyrone smiled, "Of course not. Why would I pay attention to


    some minor celeb? If I''m going to notice anyone, she would have to be an A-list star. Who is she


    anyway?" Tyrone''s words seemed genuine; even Alexander, a shrewdwyer skilled at reading people,


    couldn''t detect the lie.


    Desperation crept into Alexander''s voice as he pressed, "Then can you look her up for me? Her


    agency, her address, please."


    Tyrone''s hand was almost squeezing the phone to pieces, but his response was casual, "Sure, no


    problem."


    In the next breath, Tyrone''s tone turned nonchnt, "This Quintessa, is she the one you fell for at first


    sight?"


    A sigh traveled through the line as Alexander confessed, "It''s her."


    Over the phone, Tyrone sensed a lot of emotions, nostalgia, joy, infatuation, from Alexander''s brief


    sentence.


    Narrowing his eyes, Tyrone prodded, "But from the photo, she doesn''t look that great? Just an ordinary


    woman with a bit of looks."


    Alexander insisted, "No, you don''t understand her. If you never mind, Tyrone, I need this favor.


    Consider it a debt I owe you. Help me with this, and I''ll do anything you need in return."


    Tyrone''s hand was making cracking noises as he squeezed the phone, he said, "Alright, no problem."


    Alexander inquired about the noise, "What''s with the noise on your end?"


    "Oh, just a bad signal. By the way, I just checked online, it says that woman is involved in scandals like


    escorting, hidden rules, abortion, being a third party, her reputation isn''t good, right? Is she really worth


    al this trouble?"


    Tyrone didn''t expect Alexander''s unwavering defense, "That''s not true. I believe her. That stuff is just


    typical online smear tactics, all bots, I know her. She couldn''t possibly do those things. And even if she


    did, I''d believe she had no choice. You don''t know her."


    Aplex expression crossed Tyrone''s face, anger flickering in his eyes. He scoffed internally: Oh, I


    don''t know her? Does Alexander think he knows Quintessa better than I do?


    "You really are hopelessly devoted," Tyrone said, his voice betraying a slight tremor.


    If Alexander could see him now, he''d realize how dangerous Tyrone was in this moment.


    Alexander spoke softly, "I may only truly love this one woman in my lifetime, Tyrone, you might not


    understand that feeling."


    Tyrone was silent for a few seconds.


    "Alright, I don''t get it. Let''s leave it at that for now, we''ll talkter."


    "Thank you, I''m counting on you to find her."


    "Mhm."