Sabrina was burning with fiery rage, her chest heaving with the intensity of her emotions. She blamed herself and felt Like she was suffocating, unable to breathe.

She despised her innocence. How could she have been so foolish as to trust Galilea? She knew what kind of person Galilea was. Yet why did she agree to let Galilea testify tomorrow?

She should have taken Galilea to the police station when she had the chance! The party that Galilea had mentioned was Likely a complete fabrication!

Anger was gathering in her chest, and she struggled to contain it. Clutching her phone tightly, Sabrina was about to call Galilea when she heard a commotion at the hall's entrance. The host of the party stepped forward to greet someone.

Amidst the moving figures, Sabrina's eyes fell on Tyrone. He was impeccably dressed in a well-cut suit, standing tall and composed.