Tyrone''s face turned cold: "Mom, was it Quintessa?"


    Scoffing, Mrs. York sent Tyrone a photo she''d sneakily taken. It showed Alexander and Quintessa


    standing face-to-face.


    The sight nearly made Tyrone smash his phone.


    "That Quintessa, I''ve been at loggerheads with Snow for her, and here she is, cozying up with


    Alexander behind my back. I can''t believe this."


    It seemed like his rivals in love were sprouting up like mushrooms after the rain.


    While everyone else seemed to woo theirdy with ease, Tyrone felt like he was navigating a minefield,


    with Snow on one side and Alexander seizing his chance on the other.


    Tyrone asked coldly: "Mom, did you see her?"


    "Yeah."


    "Did you talk to her?"


    Mrs. York''s tone was unfriendly: "Why should I tell you? You know Alex is after her, and it is your


    problem to keep her."


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    Something felt off to Tyrone. "Mom, why are you being so nice all of a sudden? Don''t you usually get


    annoyed just hearing her name?"


    "I just felt like it. Hmph."


    With that, Mrs. York hung up.


    Tyrone tried calling back, but she hung up again. Like mother, like son - persistent to a fault.


    Mrs. York turned off her phone: "That''ll teach you to ignore my calls. See how you like it."


    But no sooner had Mrs. York arrived home, Tyrone was back, calling out, "Mom."


    Mrs. York red at him: "Well, look at that, you doe home if I mention that si, uh, Quintessa, huh?"


    She''d almost called Quintessa a siren but stopped herself mid-sentence.


    Tyrone, with his arms crossed, looked skeptically at her: "You usually can''t stop calling her a siren. Why


    did you change today?"


    Mrs. York pretended to be distracted: "Did I?"


    Tyrone pressed on: "Mom, tell me the truth. What did you say to Quintessa today?"


    Mrs. York tried to avoid Tyrone''s gaze: "Nothing."


    Tyrone sat down and put an arm around Mrs. York''s shoulders: "Mom,


    you''re a terrible liar. Out with it You''re keeping secrets from your own son now?"


    Mrs. York shrugged off his arm: "I told you that it''s nothing. Just women''s issues, you konw. Anyway,


    when Alex went to talk to her, I pulled her aside, and told her to wait for


    US Then I saw the look on Alex''s face, which wasn''t pretty. At my age,


    I''m still ying tricks for my age,


    Tyroneughed, "Mom, you actually did something good for once, not sabotaging me."


    "When have I ever sabotaged you?"


    "Who told Quintessa I was no good?"


    "I wasn''t lying. You''ve always been a troublemaker."


    Tyrone sighed, "Mom. I''m your son. Even if I''m not the best, you should still talk me up. Especially in


    front of a girl I''m interested in."


    Mrs. York rolled her eyes: "Tell me, aside from being rich and decent-looking, what else is there to brag


    about?"


    Tyrone leaned back, realizing this conversation was going nowhere.


    He''d been in a funk for days, especially since Quintessa had given. him the cold shoulder. Tyrone


    hadn''t been home for days, spending his nights at the Luxe Haven Club, trying to drown his sorrows.


    Despite his efforts, he was the only one who remained painfully sober after outdrinking everyone else.