Sabrina, maintaining her smile, responded, "No worries. I was just about to leave."

Julia continued to smile. "Feel free to head home. Our team can manage here."

Sabrina, still smiling, countered, "Actually, we won't be shooting today."

Julia's smile froze as her face turned stern. "What are you suggesting?"

"Of course I mean it literally."

“Are you making fun of us? If you had planned to cancel the shoot, you should have Let us know beforehand. We could've avoided coming.”

“Well, it's an emergency. The makeup artist and photographer are not around. I was about to call you and inform you, but you never answered any of my calls. But of course, you wouldn't ignore me. It must have been your assistant. He seems quite irresponsible. I figured he wouldn't relay a message if I texted either, so I decided to wait here for you."

Julia's and Galilea's faces turned sour.

"I've informed you now. I have some other work to attend to, so I'll head out. Let's hope you both manage to make it on time for tomorrow's shoot," Sabrina stated, flashing a smile and walking away with her laptop.

Julia and Galilea stood motionless, their expressions hardened with rage, as they watched Sabrina exit.

"She has some nerve! Who would've thought she could be so calculating."

With a smile, Galilea answered, "I've already told you that it wouldn't work on her. Just think about it. She managed to marry Tyrone after I left. She's obviously cunning."

“What's our next move?"

Julia realized that she had exhausted her excuses for being late today.

If she were to repeat the same tomorrow, it would be too conspicuous.

"I'LL get in touch with Tyrone," Galilea suggested, brandishing her phone.

Sabrina was no pushover. The only person capable of influencing her was Tyrone, her beloved.

The meeting was over.

Posture slumped, Tyrone propped himself against the chair's backrest while massaging his brows.

Suddenly, his cellphone buzzed.

He picked up the phone, gave the display a fleeting glance, and greeted, "Hello."

"Tyrone, are you at the office? I'm heading your way."

Glancing at his desktop calendar, Tyrone inquired, "You've wrapped up the shoot so early?"

"Today..." Galilea paused, seemingly unsure. "We didn't have a shoot today."

"No shoot? Why so?" Tyrone probed,