Chapter: 1277
She had instructed Tyrone to have his secretary arrange his morning meal's delivery to prevent any suspicion from arising in Bettie.

After some contemplation, she deftly fried four eggs and assembled four sandwiches.

If Bettie inquired, she could readily claim they were intended for the director.

Bettie had not yet made an appearance, and Sabrina gracefully strode to her door, calling out, "Bettie, get up and have some breakfast!"

Three seconds later, Bettie's drowsy tones emanated from the room, “Sabrina, I neglected to mention that I have a day off today and shan't require breakfast."

Sabrina drew a deep breath and replied, “Very well...”

With breakfast in hand, she entered the room and presented Tyrone with two sandwiches and a glass of milk, saying, “Bettie has forgone her morning breakfast today, so I offer this to you."

Tyrone cast a glance at the sandwiches and repositioned himself at the head of the bed.

“Alright, thank you."

"In addition, Bettie is not going to work today. She's asleep currently. When your secretary delivers your attire, kindly be discreet and refrain from disturbing her," Sabrina added with a hint of guilt in her tone.

“Of course." Tyrone quirked an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes.

She was afraid that Bettie would find him here, but she said that she was afraid of disturbing Bettie.

Following their meal, Tyrone dialed Kylan using Sabrina's phone.

With the script in hand, Sabrina headed for the film set. As she departed, she reiterated her plea to Tyrone, beseeching him not to disturb Bettie.

Approximately twenty minutes later, Kylan arrived, bearing Tyrone's attire.

He rapped emphatically on the door and inquired, “Is anyone inside?"

Five minutes hence, clad in her pajamas, Bettie opened the door with an air of irritation. She fixed her gaze upon Kylan before her and queried, “And who might you be?"

Kylan cleared his throat and proffered the clothing he held.

“Good day. Miss Ramirez, am I correct? I am Mr. Tyrone Blakely's secretary, dispatched to deliver his attire."

“Why, might I inquire, have you dispatched attire to Tyrone at this location..."
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