This notion had never occurred to her. How could she possibly discern the identity of the puppeteer behind the captor?

Tyrone fell into a thoughtful silence and then, with a heavy heart, he disclosed, “It’s Larry…”

Sabrina lapsed into stunned silence.

Gazing at Tyrone in disbelief, she raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You must be mistaken, Tyrone.”

How could it be Larry?

Tyrone straightened his posture, locking eyes with Sabrina earnestly.

Larry who surrendered. I

deeply into Tyrone’s

certainty washed over her. Tyrone’s

her lips slightly parted, Sabrina inquired with

could it be

tumultuous whirlwind of emotions, as if a bolt

sinister web

her father’s demise rendered her an orphan. Larry had profusely expressed his gratitude to her for saving Cesar’s life through her father’s liver donation. Consequently, Sabrina had always held

that the person who sent them abroad after that event had six fingers on his left hand. Coincidently, Larry‘s driver

failed to connect the dots

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