Damn call the police! He held firm in his belief that she wouldn't summon the authorities with that threat.

Sabrina's father's demise was linked to Larry, yet Tyrone's grandparents might remain unaware of this, treating her as their own granddaughter. The Blakely Group was the fruit of Tyrone's grandfather's painstaking efforts. How could she possibly contemplate involving the police?

Larry was currently detained, and any harm befalling Tyrone would plunge the Blakely Group into chaos!

In an abrupt twist, her vision was obscured.

She inhaled a faint aroma mingled with the scent of alcohol.

Tyrone draped his shirt over her head.

Damn it! Not being able to see, her heightened senses began to betray her.

Sabrina felt a twinge of anxiety and shook her head, striving to rid herself of the encumbering shirt.

Tyrone tied up the shirt behind her head.

Sabrina was rendered utterly speechless.

Tyrone gazed down at her flawless complexion.

Not a slightest hickey remained on her skin.

Perhaps, she didn't sleep with Blayze.

This realization filled Tyrone with unbridled elation.

Tyrone abstained from taking any further action for a long while, causing Sabrina's disquiet to intensify.

Suddenly, a warm breath caressed her sensitive neck and she couldn't help shrinking her neck and trembling all over.

His tongue delicately traced her collarbone, caressing it sensually. Inexplicably, a subtle thirst began to course through Sabrina's being.

She swallowed, her body tensing up. She did not know if she was nervous or expectant.

Slowly, his tongue snaked its way down her body.

Sabrina couldn't help but let out a muffled groan despite her efforts to control herself.