James tried to sway his boss''s opinion, "Mr. York, that''s like $200,000, isn''t it a bit much? Exchanging


    that would be a nightmare. Even if we hit the bank, I doubt they''d have $200,000 in coins ready to go.


    Maybe we stick to bills?"


    Probably having actually taken James''s words to heart, Tyrone nodded thoughtfully for a moment


    before saying, "You''re right, that does sound problematic."


    James eagerly agreed, "Exactly, exactly."


    He had never found his boss so agreeable before, but reality struck him hard in the next moment.


    Tyrone said, "Then let''s go with Monopoly money instead. A stack should do. Deliver it personally and


    convey my sincerest apologies."


    James felt like he''d been pped across the face. How na?ve are you, he thought. Tyrone, of all


    people, was filled to the brim with mischief; would he be so kind-hearted?


    James regretted even trying to reason with his boss. Sincerely, he suggested, "Let''s stick to coins,


    though."


    Tyrone looked at him, "Wouldn''t that be a hassle? Don''t trouble yourself too much."


    James shook his head vigorously, "Not at all, not at all. Thank you for your concern, boss."


    Delivering coins might earn him a beating, but Monopoly money? That was practically a death


    sentence.


    What kind of boss had he gotten himself involved with? Being sent off to get thrashed, he still had to


    thank his boss for the mercy of not killing him.


    "Go on, get that to Snow today. Don''t let him think I''m skipping out on a debt."


    Feeling at a loss for words, James nodded absent-mindedly as he rushed out, nearly bumping into


    Kevin, who grabbed him, "What''s the rush?"


    James just threw out two words: "Seeking trouble."


    "Ha. Seeking trouble."


    Rescued from his enthusiastic fans,


    Snow was covered in scratches. His manager, both angry and


    sympathetic at the sight of the


    marks on his neck and chin,


    et


    said, told, you not to mess with that siren. How could Mr. York just stand by while you chased after his


    girl? God, Snow, just give it up and back off."


    Snow took a selfie, then wrote a few lines advising his fans to be rational about their fandom. Today''s


    incident nearly caused a stampede, and he didn''t want any of them getting hurt.


    Snow said, "It''s toote now."


    "You''re really courting death."


    Snow opened Quintessa''s Twitter and liked a photo she posted today.


    He saved Quintessa''s picture, saying, "Exactly. If not seeking death, how else to prove my true love for


    Quintessa? If Tyrone''s meddling doesn''t shake me, then I shouldn''t miss out on her. Otherwise, I''d


    regret


    it for life."


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    His manager, jumping in frustration, eximed, "You''ll be the death of me! Quintessa will be the end of


    you!"


    Suddenly, Snow asked, "What if I marry her? What do you think?"


    The manager, looking as if he''d seen a ghost, screamed after a few seconds, "Then I might as well


    die!"


    The manager''s phone rang. After the call, he said in shock, "Mr. York has sent overpensation. It''s


    downstairs."


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    They looked at each other, and Snow got up to head out.


    Outside, several trucks were parked there like mountains.


    Seeing this, Snow was dumbfounded. What was Tyrone up to now?