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.

to the

“Aren’t you Leaving?”

by the sound. Her voice was

awake, Tyrone approached the bedside, his brows

Sabrina merely gazed at

realized that she must have assumed he was on

by Galilea since he

crossed her mind, Sabrina didn’t feel an overwhelming

it, or perhaps she just didn’t

aware that the apparent harmony between her and

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