How could he have failed to see through Galilea's deceit?

The years of deception at Galilea's hands weighed heavily upon her, leaving Sabrina feeling a bewildering mix of sympathy, self-pity, and irony.

The notion of Tyrone, the Blakely Group's esteemed chairman, being so thoroughly deceived appeared preposterous.

In her inebriated state, Sabrina lost count of her indulgence. Her cheeks adorned a rosy hue and her vision had become a painter's blurred canvas.

Rarely did she succumb to the embrace of inebriation, yet today seemed to beckon it with a siren's call, blurring the boundaries of her consciousness.

Three young gentlemen made their entrance, their eyes scanning the dimly lit expanse of the bar with purpose. It didn't take them long to spot Sabrina amidst the subdued ambiance.

Wordless communication passed between the trio as they made a beeline for Sabrina's table.

“Dear lady, why do you sip your sorrow in solitude?" remarked a man with stylish, spiky hair, as he gracefully settled into the seat opposite Sabrina. His gaze, slightly intoxicated, found her beauty irresistible.

The other two gentlemen positioned themselves, one to her right and the other standing tall to her left.

Sabrina carefully lowered her glass, regarding the trio with a hint of consternation. She spoke with a modicum of annoyance, “Excuse me, I seek solitude in this moment. Would you kindly refrain from disturbing me?" The intrusion felt particularly irksome in the broad light of day. Infuriating, indeed.

“Hey, if there's sorrow that burdens your heart, share it with us and we shall endeavor to alleviate it," the man implored, his companions nodding in agreement.

But Sabrina, wearied and vexed, repeated her plea, “I insist, please, just leave me be."

She gingerly massaged her temple, seeking respite from the unwelcome intrusion.

“What if we choose not to depart?" boldly inquired the man, his audacious words hanging in the air like a challenge.

In the wake of a brief pause, Sabrina, swaying slightly, mustered the resolve to rise from her seat, intent on making her exit.

To her dismay, the man on the left interposed himself, blocking her path.

“and where might you be headed, my dear beauty? I shall accompany you," he declared with an impish grin.

“To settle the bill."

“There's no need for you to concern yourself with the tab," the man retorted, his voice laced with a hint of insidious charm.

“Why not linger a while longer?"