Galilea wanted to be on an upward trajectory in the entertainment circle? No way!

Sabrina summoned law enforcement, orchestrating Galilea's public apprehension before the eyes of onlookers.

Bettie engaged in conversation with her blind date for a brief interval before sauntering away from the fire escape. Her demeanor was casual until, abruptly, her eyes widened in astonishment.

Were her eyes deceiving her? Could that really be Tyrone and Galilea? Damn it! Son of a bitch!

Bettie rolled her eyes and secretly muttered a derogatory curse under her breath. Her gaze shifted toward the area where Sabrina was supposed to be, but Sabrina was nowhere in sight.

In pursuit of Sabrina's whereabouts, Bettie immediately embarked on a sweeping survey of her surroundings.

Tyrone, Bettie surmised, was a notorious womanizer.

His flirtatious advances toward Sabrina persisted even as he engaged in a clandestine liaison with Galilea.

How could such a person deserve Sabrina?

The sheer audacity of such a person being deemed worthy of Sabrina's affection elicited another eye roll from Bettie. Swiftly, she extracted her phone to clandestinely capture a few incriminating snapshots of the ill-fated duo.

However, as soon as Bettie lowered her phone and glanced upward, her gaze collided with the cold, unwavering eyes of Tyrone, who observed her from a distance. Caught off guard, Bettie froze momentarily before hastily averted her gaze, feigning ignorance.

Upon witnessing Sabrina's entrance through the corridor, Bettie's eyes gleamed with anticipation. She hastened toward her, greeting her with enthusiasm, "Sabrina."

Staring at Bettie, Tyrone caught sight of Sabrina. His eyes narrowed, his countenance shifted imperceptibly and his body briefly stiffened.

What was Sabrina doing here?

At that moment, Sabrina happened to cast her gaze in Tyrone's direction.

Across the expanse of the hall, their eyes locked in mutual contemplation.

Tyrone discerned a faint aura of detachment and a touch of irony dancing within her gaze.

Their gazes remained entwined for a fleeting two seconds. Then Sabrina averted her eyes and advanced two steps toward Bettie, initiating conversation with, "Have you had the pleasure of meeting your blind date? What was your verdict?"

Bettie responded with a curt, uninspired tone, "Not favorable. Tyrone is here, by the way. Have you spotted him? I thought you were avoiding him and hiding earlier."

Sabrina retorted confidently, "I've committed no wrongdoing. Why should I hide? Let's head over and take a seat."