Sabrina was no pushover. The only person capable of influencing her was Tyrone, her beloved.

The meeting was over.

Posture slumped, Tyrone propped himself against the chair’s backrest while massaging his brows.

Suddenly, his cellphone buzzed.

He picked up the phone, gave the display a fleeting glance, and greeted, “Hello.”

“Tyrone, are you at the office? I’m heading your way.”

Glancing at his desktop calendar, Tyrone inquired, “You’ve wrapped up the shoot so early?”

seemingly unsure. “We didn’t have

shoot? Why

noticed Sabrina’s office door bolted shut

was always on

the studio today, why was

informed us about an emergency and cancelled today’s shoot. She left immediately. We’re in

must be an emergency. If there’s no

Sabrina’s commitment

off a

“I figured something must’ve come up. Actually, Tyrone, I have a favor to

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