Chapter 90
Tyrone paused, his mind racing. Manny had taken the photos after all?
He began to sense something fishy was going on. He’d originally planned to push Manny out of the picture, but he changed his tactle and confronted him instead. “You took those photos?”
The first time he saw them, he’ll suspected that some paparazzi had snapped the shots.
But if Quintessa was behind it, there had to be something off.
Manny was nearly getting his arm twisted off by James; he didn’t want to spill the beans, but he knew James‘ reputation, and he knew Tyrone had designs on Quinn. He was, after all, fiercely loyal to Quinn.
But James was ruthless. If Manny kept mum, his arm would be toast, and he couldn’t fight back, so he spilled his guts.
Instant regret washed over Manny. How could he betray Quinn?
Tyrone pressed for answers, but Manny clammed up. With a little more pressure from James, Manny let out a howl; he could even hear the creak of his own bones.
“Spit it out. Did you take them?”
Sweat beaded on Manny’s forehead. “Yes, I took them. If it wasn’t for me, how come there’s not a single straight shot of Quinn’s face in the photos?”
Tyrone narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous chill flashing in his gaze. “And after that?”
Manny shivered uncontrollably. “After that, of course, I hightailed it out of there with Quinn. You think we’d just stick around? She had it all planned, snapping those twisted angle shots. Quinn and that guy didn’t even kiss. My Quinn isn’t that kind of girl.”
Manny was a guy; he had an inkling of what Tyrone wanted to know. It was all about whether Quinn had something going on with Jerome.
Guys, they always care about that stuff.
Seeing Mr. York’s face, Manny figured he was pretty hung up on it.
Tyrone’s mind flashed back to the last thing Quinn had said, and a pang of discomfort pricked his heart.
Suddenly, Tyrone felt his heart skip uncomfortably, but he pushed the feeling down and growled, “Get lost.” Manny didn’t need telling twice. He scrambled out of the car and dashed into the building.
Noticing Tyrone’s pallor, James asked quietly, “Mr. York.”
Tyrone closed his eyes, not responding, and James didn’t dare to move.
After a long silence, Tyrone said, “Let’s go. We’re meeting Alexander.”
Tyrone reminded himself that even though Quinn hadn’t actually been with Jerome, the fact that she’d deliberately flirted with him’was undeniable. She was stringing him along while playing up to Jerome, which was wrong.
Even if it was a misunderstanding, it was her own doing.
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🤣🤣 yes!! stomp the mil into sputtering and silence...