Sabrina nodded, then turned to Blayze. "I'll head back as well. We'LL meet you at the hall at 8."

Blayze agreed.

After the girls had left, only Blayze and Wayne remained at the table.

Wayne hesitated, carefully choosing his words before speaking. "Mr. Fowler, the little girl referred to Miss Chavez as her aunt."

"Yes, I heard." Blayze then ordered, "Find out who her husband is"

“I'm on it."

Just then, Lance approached the table and sat across from Blayze with his dinner plate in hand. He pushed his glasses up with a slender finger and briefly scanned the room. “Have they left?"

"Yes."

Wayne bantered, "As soon as Miss Ramirez returned from the bathroom, she announced that she was heading back to her room. She seemed to have lost her appetite and mentioned she just ran into a scum. Mr. Carter, you still have a Long way to go."

Lance chuckled. "Well, it's better to be disliked than treated like a stranger."

When Jennie returned to her room, she was about to call Tyrone. To her surprise, she received a call from him.

Jennie instantly rushed to the bathroom to answer the phone and whispered, "Tyrone."

“Jennie, where are you?" Tyrone asked.

When he asked Sabrina for the car key yesterday, he promised to arrange for someone to deliver her car to her apartment from the restaurant the following day. However, he had no intention of organizing anyone. He only used that as an excuse under the guise that he was returning her key so he could see her. But Tyrone’s plan backfired. When he drove Sabrina's car back to her apartment, he discovered no one there. So he immediately called Jennie to see where they were.

“We're in Orden now. Sabrina is taking some photos here. Tyrone, come quickly. That photographer wants to steal her from you."

“Got it. Don't worry. I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Tyrone located their location and asked Kylan to pre-book a hotel for him and find out more about the photographer, Blayze.

Kylan's face turned pale as he furrowed his brows with a sudden realization. “Are you sure the photographer who went with Miss Chavez is called Blayze?"

“Yes. What's wrong?” Tyrone raised his eyebrows, sensing something was off.

Kylan glanced at him and then lowered his head, his voice trembling.