Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1310

Scott hesitantly approached Tyrone and offered a respectful greeting. "Hello, sir."

"Stop right there," Tyrone interjected, raising a finger. "This 'sir' business is a bit excessive for me."

"What do you mean, Mr. Tyrone? We're all in the entertainment industry, and you're a leader in the field. It's only right for me to address you as 'sir,'" Scott replied evenly, giving a slight bow.

"What?" Tyrone's eyes narrowed as he stared at Scott, his expression unyielding. "I thought being a trainee was just your side gig. You seem much better at charming women, don't you?"

For any man, being labeled a sugar baby was humiliating, especially when it was called out so boldly.

Scott's expression darkened instantly, his tone turning icy. "What's that supposed to mean, Tyrone? My ability to charm women has nothing to do with you, does it? Or are you just jealous that I've stolen your spotlight?"

Tyrone's expression contorted with fury as the two stood locked in a tense standoff, neither willing to back down.

After a long, charged silence, Tyrone suddenly stood up and grabbed Scott by the throat. His voice oozed with menace as he growled, "Do you really think all men are as pathetic as you?"

Scott clawed desperately at Tyrone's iron grip, but his strength was no match for Tyrone's overpowering hold.

Within seconds, Scott's face turned crimson as he gasped for air.

Seeing Tyrone's unwavering gaze, a flicker of malice flashed in Scott's eyes. Without hesitation, he swung his foot toward Tyrone's groin.

Nonetheless, Tyrone saw it coming. He sidestepped effortlessly and kicked Scott's leg aside. In one swift motion, he let go of Scott's throat and delivered a powerful kick, knocking him to the ground.

Scott crashed hard onto the floor, his head spinning from the impact. A sharp, numbing pain radiated through half his body, leaving him dazed and aching.

In that instant, a wave of intense humiliation washed over Scott. He slammed his fist into the floor, his teeth clenched as he glared at Tyrone. "So what if you're an award-winning actor? Does that make it okay for you to belittle others? I'll take you on!"

"Alright." Theo loosened his grip and stepped toward the door. He was ready to ensure that no one would come in and secretly record the altercation.

Despite regaining his freedom, Scott didn't immediately strike back. Instead, he huffed and adjusted his clothes. His eyes widened as he glared at Tyrone, clearly on the brink of losing control.

Though he tried to appear menacing, his look was merely a facade, lacking any real threat.

"I don't think I've done anything to offend you," Scott shot back defiantly. "Why are you treating me like this?"

"Good question," Tyrone said, leaning back into the sofa. He crossed his legs, one hand resting on his knee while the other tapped casually on the armrest. "You need to leave Mia, but don't hurt her feelings. Think of your own excuse. I just want the outcome."

"And why should I?" Scott blurted out, a sudden thought crossing his mind. "Wait a minute… Are you interested in her?" he asked cautiously.