In the living room downstairs, he informed the housekeeper, “Please refrain from discussing the current events with Sabrina.”

What was plastered all over the internet was fleeting; people would soon get distracted and move on to the next shiny thing.

The housekeeper seemed unsure. “What if she stumbles upon the news herself…”

“No need to concern yourself with that. Simply keep her in the dark.”

Having no choice, the housekeeper gave a nod of understanding.

Tyrone then made his way to Galilea’s place.

As Sabrina awoke, her hand instinctively searched for her phone under the pillow, but came up empty.

eyes open, she stretched languidly and sought her phone

forehead, she tried to retrace her actions from the previous

phone with her

shifted to a different guestroom to

phone should have been in her

of bed, freshened up, got dressed,

empty. Tyrone must have left hours ago, as the bed

cranny, her phone was nowhere

rifled

having left it in her car or at the

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