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

shoot? Why

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

always on site

she was at the studio today,

an emergency and cancelled today’s shoot. She left immediately.

an emergency. If there’s no shoot,

had observed Sabrina’s commitment over the

call off a shoot unless

sneered inwardly and said softly, “I figured something must’ve come up. Actually, Tyrone, I have a favor to ask

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