Julia, however, merely tilted her head upwards.

“Are you implying that Mr. Blakely's grandfather had a disregard for his friends, prioritizing profit above all?" Sabrina inquired, her tone steady.

Julia appeared taken aback. "That wasn't my intent."

In that moment, the door swung open and in walked Tyrone and Galilea, hand in hand.

He was the epitome of a handsome, affluent gentleman, she the embodiment of beauty and success. Their perfect pairing was the envy of all present.

Leaning in towards Sabrina, the product manager whispered, "They seem ideal for each other, don't they? A wedding could be on the horizon."

Sabrina felt a twinge of pain in her heart, forcing a smile as she rose to greet them.

"Mr. Blakely, what a privilege to have you! Please, sit. Galilea, you too." Before Sabrina could utter another word, Julia had already orchestrated their seating.

The rest of the crowd stood to welcome them.

"Everyone, please sit," Tyrone announced, causing the group to retake their seats.

The atmosphere seemed to be harmonious.

The initial tension had faded. Julia and the others consciously made an effort to include Tyrone and Galilea in their conversations.

Tyrone was usually a man of few words, but when he did speak, he was succinct and to the point.

Sabrina, on the other hand, was unusually quiet, her silence masked by Tyrone and Galilea's presence.

Amidst the chatter, Julia noticed the food on Galilea's plate and cautioned her, "Don't eat too much, Galilea."

Celebrities had to maintain their figures after all.

"Alright." Galilea sighed, shifting her pork, slathered in spicy chili oil, to Tyrone's plate. "Tyrone, I can't finish this. Help me out?"

The pork was covered with chili oil.

Tyrone, having a sensitive stomach, refrained from indulging in spicy food due to his digestive issues.

Sabrina was about to caution him when she saw Tyrone calmly pick up the piece of chili-covered pork and consume it without any change in his expression,

The words that Sabrina was on the verge of uttering became lodged in her throat, and she chose to swallow them instead.

After all, could he refuse anything from the woman he Loved?

Sabrina felt relief wash over her for not voicing her concern. It would have only resulted in embarrassment.

When offered a toast, Sabrina cited recent stomach issues and opted for tea instead of wine.

Following some time, Julia shifted the focus to Sabrina. She asked Tyrone casually, "I hear Sabrina is your sister, and she works under you, Mr. Blakely. You two must share quite a bond."