Tyrone had foreseen this and responded with calculated resolve, “Continue to monitor the situation and fan the flames."

It appeared that, at this moment, Blayze reveled in the satisfaction of wresting projects away from the Blakely Group. Tyrone anticipated his next move.

After Kylan exited the room, Tyrone powered up his computer, his gaze drawn to the new screen before him. Unavoidably, thoughts of Sabrina ignited a simmering anger within him.

He endeavored to redirect his focus toward his work. Eventually, Tyrone reached for his phone and dialed a specific number.

Punctually at 8:00 p.m., Tyrone materialized in the club's grand hall. He ascended in the elevator to an exclusive chamber and entered it.

The room remained unoccupied, prompting Tyrone to shut the door behind him. He sank into the sofa, retrieving a lighter and igniting a cigarette.

Approximately ten minutes later, when Galilea made her entrance, she observed Tyrone, who reclined against the sofa's backrest, an elbow resting on the armrest, and a slender cigarette held delicately between his fingers.

His lips parted slightly, releasing an elegant smoke ring into the air. As she cast a glance at the cigarette's ember within the ashtray, she narrowed her discerning eyes.

She was unaware of his newly acquired smoking habit.

Seated opposite Tyrone, she maintained a facade of ignorance, inquiring, “What can I do for you?"

It occurred to Galilea that Tyrone had been very quiet when she had just been rescued. He never broached the subject of their separation again.

Back then, she discerned Tyrone's melancholy, guilt, ennui and sleeplessness. Even so, he had abstained from smoking.

As the son of the Blakely family, Tyrone exemplified a diligent scholar. His relentless commitment to his studies bore copious fruits during his university years.

Galilea, once brimming with self-assurance, found herself grappling with rejection when she pursued Tyrone, a man who defied the stereotype of privileged youths.

He ardently pursued his own aspirations and clung tenaciously to his principles.

She had believed in his unwavering integrity.

Yet, to her astonishment, it was Sabrina who had effortlessly shattered his resolve.

Tyrone delicately extinguished the cigarette, its ember finding solace in the ashtray. As he raised his arm, the sinews on his shoulder artfully accentuated his muscular physique. "To testify. You may state your terms."

Upon receiving Tyrone's call, Galilea swiftly surmised his intent. An irksome blend of anger and jealousy welled up within her.

She gazed at Tyrone and suddenly erupted into laughter. "Tyrone, I'm torn between lauding your persistence or deeming you utterly foolish!”