Tyrone shut the car door. Damon, who had been waiting by the entrance, swiftly approached. He nodded toward the police station and said, “Good, you're here. He's still inside."

“Okay," Tyrone replied and strode in.

Larry emerged from the interrogation room, his face twisted into a scowl of frustration. As he turned to leave, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Standing a few meters away, Tyrone stared at him and said in a low voice, “Larry.” Their eyes met.

With widened eyes and a slight shift in expression, Larry's fists clenched instinctively. He seemed momentarily stunned but quickly regained his composure.

“Tyrone? What a coincidence! Are you here to see Ms. Clifford?"

Tyrone masked his anger and responded with a forced smile, "No. I'm here to see you."

Larry furrowed his brows and was silent for a few seconds. "Me?"

"Can you spare a few minutes? We haven't seen each other for half a month. How about a drink with me?"

Looking at Tyrone, Larry considered it for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."

“Let's go."

Tyrone sidestepped, making way for Larry.

Larry pursed his lips and walked past Tyrone.

Tyrone walked beside him.

“I'll give you a ride. I'll arrange for someone to drive your car back."

Larry stopped and glanced in the direction of his car. His fist tightened and then Loosened.

His chauffeur had brought him here, but now Tyrone was instructing him to arrange for someone else to drive his car back.

It was evident his chauffeur was under Tyrone's control.

“Larry, please, get in the car."

Tyrone opened the back door and gestured for Larry to enter.