Tyrone then made his way to Galilea's place.

As Sabrina awoke, her hand instinctively searched for her phone under the pillow, but came up empty.

Blinking her eyes open, she stretched languidly and sought her phone once again, this time around the pillow, to no avail.

A hand pressed against her forehead, she tried to retrace her actions from the previous night.

She recalled carrying her phone with her when she went to fetch Tyrone.

But upon her return, she shifted to a different guestroom to sleep.

Her phone should have been in her original room.

With this realization, she got out of bed, freshened up, got dressed, and headed to her room in search of her phone.

The room was empty. Tyrone must have left hours ago, as the bed was cold to touch.

Despite looking in every nook and cranny, her phone was nowhere to be found.

She even rifled through the bedding.

Rubbing her temples, she considered the possibility of having left it in her car or at the club.

She proceeded to her car to carry on the search.

Even after scouring every inch, she still couldn't find it.

That left one place, it must have been left in the private room when she had picked up Tyrone.

Unable to retrieve it immediately, she decided to go for breakfast.

After her meal, she drove to the previous night's club. Approaching the counter, she inquired, "Have you come across a lost phone in Room 502?"

"Yes, miss. But it has been given back to the rightful owner."

"Given back?" Sabrina asked, raising an eyebrow. "You might have handed it over to the wrong person. I haven't received it."

After verifying with a colleague, the staffer assured, "Miss, we have personally handed it over to Mr. Blakely."

Sabrina knitted her brows. There was no reason for the staff to deceive her.

Tyrone must have taken her phone and kept it in a place she hadn't checked.

Returning to her house, Sabrina searched the living room, Tyrone's study, even the master bedroom, but her phone remained elusive.

It was utterly perplexing.

Sabrina dialed her number from the housekeeper's phone. No ring echoed as she paced the stairs, leading her to call Tyrone.