With precision, she extracted the memory card and concealed it. Wary of potential sentinels outside, Sabrina opted against a direct exit. As she contemplated summoning Bettie for a pickup, her gaze settled on Rowell sprawled on the bed, inspiring a cunning idea.

One minute later, Sabrina dialed for an ambulance. Instead of contacting the authorities, Sabrina aimed to engage in private negotiations with Galilea.

Burdened by a nagging sense of guilt, Rowell dared not entertain the idea of summoning the authorities. However, the consequences could be dire if he continued to lapse into unconsciousness and even met an accidental demise.

Sabrina, with swift resolve, placed a call for an ambulance, a Lifeline that would also serve as her means of escape.

A mere half-hour later, a cadre of medical professionals, accompanied by the hotel's ever-watchful receptionist, arrived and gently transferred Rowell into the waiting ambulance.

Descending alongside them, Sabrina espied a suspicious figure surreptitiously peering from the fire exit. Fortune had favored her discerning decision.

After returning to the room, Galilea merely informed Peter and others that Sabrina had drank a tad too much, thus necessitating her early departure via a hired chauffeur.

In the recent past, Rowell had proffered the excuse of not feeling well, thereby facilitating his hasty exit. Peter, in turn, implored everyone to retire for some well-deserved rest.

As farewells were exchanged, Galilea, seemingly poised to depart, lingered inside her vehicle.

Her gaze shifted to her phone's time display and she settled in for the wait.

Approximately half an hour later, just as Galilea contemplated contacting Rowell, her phone rang.

The call emanated from the individual she had stationed to watch over the room.

Seeing it was his call, Galilea was met with surprise. She swiftly picked up the phone, inquiring, “What's the matter? What's occurred?"

A hushed silence permeated the other end of the line before a voice finally broke through, “An ambulance arrived a short while ago and they carried Rowell out."

Galilea was confounded.

Had Rowell fainted after he and Sabrina engaged in sexual intercourse? It wasn't entirely unheard of for a middle-aged man of his stature to succumb to fainting spells after such sexual encounters.

Each sexual encounter with Rowell Left Galilea in agonizing distress, a searing pain etching its mark.

Contemplating that Sabrina just underwent a similar ordeal brought a perverse sense of satisfaction to Galilea.

“I took a closer look at Rowell and I noticed that his attire remained unscathed but his head bore an injury..."

Galilea's response was one of shock. “What are you saying? Are you certain?"