Even if Galilea were to be incarcerated, her sentence would likely be measured in mere years.

However, if she dared to disseminate any information about Sabrina, Tyrone vowed to ensure that her prison term would stretch into eternity.

In that case, for a fiercely competitive individual like Galilea, life would become a torment worse than death. Galilea possessed the discernment to make the right choice.

"You seem to understand her quite well," Sabrina remarked, arching her eyebrows.

Tyrone locked eyes with her, taking a momentary pause before speaking earnestly. "Sabrina, if you harbor no affection for me, please refrain from wearing such an envious countenance, lest I misconstrue your intentions."

Had he not been aware of her Lack of romantic interest in him, he might have easily misinterpreted her expressions as a manifestation of jealousy.

He vividly recalled the events of the night just two days ago when she had staunchly denied any feelings of jealousy. Her sincerity had shone through, as she had been unwilling to deceive him.

The following day, she had called to extend her apologies for her outrageous words, effectively quelling his anger.

Tyrone had to concede that she possessed a unique ability to sway his emotions when he least expected it.

Much like a few days prior when he had been on the brink of exploding with anger toward her. Yet, upon learning that she had been unjustly treated and almost got hurt, his concern had rapidly replaced his ire.

If others developed affection over time, Tyrone was already in a whirl over Sabrina and willingly revolved around her.

“To

As their gazes locked, Sabrina parted her lips and playfully remarked, “What if I truly am experiencing a tinge of jealousy?”

Tyrone stood there, utterly taken aback, his gaze fixed on her. Sabrina, wearing a radiant smile, patted his shoulder and quipped, “Just a jest! Look at you!"

Swiftly changing the subject, she inquired, “Since you're keen on striking a deal with me, do elucidate your conditions."

Tyrone's eyes met hers, disappointment clouding his expression.

When she had uttered those words just moments ago, he had been filled with elation, almost on the brink of...

He knew, of course, that she was joking.

Yet, the anticipation had been far too tantalizing.

Tyrone gently took hold of her wrist and guided her out, murmuring,