Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1311

"That's not something you need to know," Tyrone said, his expression unyielding. "You're only with Mia because she's Helen's manager, and you wanted to leverage that connection. Now that you've gotten what you wanted, it's time to move on."

"Tyrone, stop making baseless accusations! I truly care about Mia. You don't know anything about our relationship, so stay out of it! Besides, who are you to tell me to leave her?" Scott retorted.

"I certainly have every right," Tyrone said with a smirk, though his eyes remained cold. "Helen is a close friend of mine, and Mia works for her. I can't allow anything to distract her. Since you pose a risk, I'm afraid I have to remove you from the equation."

Scott sneered. "And what if I refuse to break up with her?"

"That's fine with me," Tyrone said nonchalantly. "Tomorrow, you'll get your wish and make the headlines. Expect to see photos of you with those older women splashed all over social media. It's your call; you'd better think it over carefully."

"How dare you!" Scott's fists clenched at his sides, his anger boiling beneath the surface.

Tyrone shrugged and replied casually, "Shout all you want. I couldn't care less."

Scott was momentarily at a loss for words, his anger palpable. While staying with Mia would secure his future job prospects, his career in showbiz would be jeopardized if the details of his secret relationships came to light.

Still, the entertainment industry was filled with young heartthrobs. If his reputation were tarnished, those wealthy women wouldn't spare him a second glance.

It seemed more prudent to cut his losses now rather than risk a worse outcome later.

Scott clenched his teeth, fighting back his anger. Finally, he gave in. "Alright, I'll do it, but I need time to end things with Mia gently."

"One week," Tyrone said firmly. "If Mia isn't single by then, the name 'Scott Campbell' will be wiped from the entertainment industry."

"Deal."

As they wandered through the square, they spotted a young boy selling calligraphy pieces. He appeared to be around seven or eight years old.

His modest stall was set up at the edge of the square, featuring just paper and ink on the table. A thin string stretched between two trees behind him, displaying his work for passersby to see.

However, his business paled in comparison to the bustling ring toss game nearby, with barely anyone pausing to check out his stall.

Despite this, Helen found the little boy endearing. Just as she was about to step forward to show her support, an elderly man with white hair moved in front of her.

"How about a friendly competition?" the old man suggested with a playful smile. "Let's see who can sell their calligraphy piece first. If you lose, you'll have to give me that piece of cake you're holding. Deal?"

"Deal!" the little boy replied eagerly, excited for the challenge.