Sabrina, however, lifted her gaze to meet his, her lips tightly pursed, an unwavering silence her chosen response.

The standoff between them intensified, casting an ominous shadow over the atmosphere.

“What’s going on here?™

A sudden interruption shattered the impasse. A voice, originating from a nearby vicinity, pierced through the tension.

ALL heads swiveled in unison toward the source of the sound.

Kody arched an eyebrow and inquired, “Who might you be?”

experienced a spark of recognition. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed,

an instant, her prior antipathy toward Tyrone dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and gratitude that he had arrived in the nick

prolonged, assessing gaze, eventually breaking

you be Tyrone Blakely, the esteemed president of the Blakely Group? It is an absolute honor to cross paths with you in this

nor denying the accusation. His gaze, ice-cold and unyielding, bore into Kody as he delivered his command,

of Kody, his initial urge to retort ultimately yielding to restraint. With an air of compliance, he yielded, remarking, “Very well, I shall take my leave. Mr. Blakely, the course of action is

men couldn’t help

him.” “Indeed, he bore a resemblance but not an

manipulation. The woman is his former

is inconsequential. Anyway, we got the

squinted her eyes and smiled, directing her gratitude toward the man, “Tyrone, I must thank you for your timely arrival. You’re forgiven for a few minutes.” The man approached, taking a seat opposite Sabrina, his demeanor earnest as he posed a question,

blinked, a hint of incredulity tinging her voice,

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