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?”

paused, seemingly unsure. “We didn’t have a

Why

had noticed Sabrina’s office door bolted shut indicating she was out, probably

always on site

at the studio today, why was there

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

emergency. If there’s no shoot,

Sabrina’s commitment over

a shoot unless circumstances

didn’t blame Sabrina, Galilea sneered inwardly and said softly, “I figured something must’ve come up. Actually, Tyrone, I have

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