A few seconds later, his call was answered..

A man asked, “Mr. Blakely, what seems to be the problem?”

“I need you to unmask these bloggers within a day.”

Tyrone’s patience with the media had clearly been exhausted, their repeated provocations wearing thin on his tolerance.

“Rest easy. By tomorrow, you’ll have your answer.”

Once the call ended, Tyrone returned to the website.

Kylan had already instructed technicians to scrub the posts.

off his phone, Tyrone retreated to the master bedroom, carefully shutting the

“Aren’t you Leaving?”

sound. Her voice was still

that Sabrina was awake, Tyrone approached the bedside, his brows furrowing.

the dim light, Sabrina merely

she must have assumed he was on the phone

he had been summoned away by Galilea since he

the idea crossed her mind,

it, or perhaps

the apparent harmony between her and Tyrone was

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