Observing the pained expression etched across Sabrina’s visage, Galilea reveled in an overwhelming sense of contentment.

How was it that Sabrina seemed to effortlessly secure her desires under Tyrone’s protective wing, while she, in her quest for a foothold within the elite circle, had to sacrifice her dignity to appease a cabal of elderly gentlemen?

Why did Tyrone readily accept Sabrina, unwavering even in the knowledge that Sabrina had given birth to a baby abroad?

Given Tyrone’s acceptance of that, Galilea pondered whether he would similarly embrace this.

Sabrina had naively believed that, by heeding her wishes, she would testify against the kidnappers. How stupid Sabrina had been!

Sabrina swiftly turned on her heels, deftly

depart. But do remember to come to my residence early tomorrow. Awaken me

Galilea’s way. “Don’t

“Yes.”

dressing room to change, shedding the wig, meticulously attending to

with work for the whole day. His eyes throbbed with fatigue, his shoulders

closing his eyes to steal a moment’s rest. Suddenly, his phone emitted a discreet

resting place, and his narrowed gaze Locked onto the screen. His fist clenched

an image of a man intimately

and envy. His gaze fixated on the man in the photograph, a malevolent desire for retribution coursing

that Sabrina was currently engrossed in filming,

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