Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 253

Wilma picked up the phone, "Maybe you should give the young master a call?"

"Should I, though?"

"Yes, after all, Ms. Young is his lady."

"You have a point." Mrs. York stretched out her hand, and Wilma passed the phone to her with a smile.

Taking the phone, Mrs. York dialed Tyrone's number.

But there was no answer. Mrs. York frowned and dialed again.

Finally, after the fourth attempt, the call connected.

"Mom, I'm in a meeting."

The refusal was clear; he was busy, and whatever it was could wait. But Mrs. York seemed not to catch his drift at all, blurting out, "Oh, you're in a meeting? Well, I was just wondering about that little vixen and the singer's scandal flying high again. Were they caught living together last night? Wasn't she with you? She was practically in your pocket, and you let someone snatch her away?"

"Alright, I got it." Tyrone's voice was calm and cool, tinged with a hint of frost.

Mrs. York, eager for gossip, didn't get the reaction she expected from her son. Since he was little, Tyrone had always been possessive; he wouldn't let anyone touch what was his.

"Son, are you even listening?"

"I'm in a meeting."

Mrs. York stomped her foot in frustration, "That little enchantress spent the night with two men, and you're still in the mood for meetings?"

Tyrone cut her off, "Mom, I thought you didn't like her? Why so interested?"