They located an empty booth and settled in.

Tyrone excused himself to the restroom.

A young man boasting colorful hair approached their table, wine glass in hand, and queried, “May I have the pleasure of inviting you to dance?”

Declining his invitation, Sabrina said, “My apologies. I need a bit of rest.”

The stranger took a seat opposite Sabrina and gestured for the waiter.

He procured a glass of wine from the passing tray and slid it to Sabrina. “A drink, perhaps?”

Sabrina was adamant. “Sorry, but I can’t drink.” @®

I keep you company? Let me introduce myself. I’m Malcom. Ever heard of Aston Real Estate

is, miss?” The man presented

they might appear high-minded, a hint of his wealthy background would soon have them

“My name is…”

“Mr. Aston?”

tapped Malcom on

Malcom’s demeanor shifted instantly. He quickly rose and said, “Mr. Blakely,

you talking about?” Tyrone

was merely getting acquainted

seat next to Sabrina, Tyrone said, “Allow me to

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