“Do you still hold those feelings for him today?"

Sabrina maintained a contemplative silence. However, before she could respond, a disturbance erupted at the hall's entrance.

Two police officers, escorted by security personnel, made their entrance to rendezvous with the party's host, Denzel.

A hush fell over the crowd instantaneously. All eyes were fixed on the law enforcement officers, and murmurs of curiosity swept through the assembled guests.

In the grand assembly, every individual present held prominence and wielded influence in Mathias. Many of them were embroiled in nefarious dealings, raising the Likelihood of someone eventually being exposed. Those burdened by guilt found themselves consumed by worry.

Observing this, Sabrina rose from her seat and cast a glance in Bettie's direction. "A captivating spectacle is unfolding. Shall we?"

Bettie, previously distracted by the police presence, approached Sabrina inquisitively. “Did you summon the authorities?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

“ALL shall be revealed in due time."

Sabrina approached Denzel, exchanged pleasantries and turned her attention to the police. "Sir, I made the call to the police.”

The nature of the conversation between the police and Denzel remained concealed from onlookers and a waiter standing beside Denzel received a discreet instruction to proceed in a specific direction

As the waiter drew nearer, Galilea couldn't shake a foreboding sense of unease.

Glancing past the waiter, her eyes locked with those of one of the policemen. The intensity in their gaze didn't suggest a mere summons for testimony. It bore the weight of a potential arrest.

Shocked by Sabrina's involvement with the police, Galilea wondered if Sabrina had summoned them.

Wasn't Sabrina afraid that she wouldn't testify?

When the waiter reached Galilea, he addressed her in a hushed tone, right in front of the assembled crowd. "Ms. Clifford, two police officers wish to speak with you. Please cooperate."

With a pallor creeping over her face, Galilea clutched Tyrone's sleeve, her voice trembling as she implored, “What's this for?"

“ALL will become clear soon," the waiter responded with Lowered eyes.

Gazing at Tyrone, who remained silent, Galilea nibbled her lower Lip and followed the waiter's lead.