In the corridor, Sierra found Tyrone, who stood by a window, one hand tucked casually into his pocket, while the other held a phone to his ear.

His raised arm cast an array of stylish folds on his well-fitted suit, accentuating his broad shoulders.

A few steps away, Sierra gazed at him affectionately.

Tyrone possessed a towering figure with his broad shoulders, and simply watching him make a phone call sent a wave of admiration through her.

So many people seemed to succumb to the ravages of time by their thirties, but Tyrone's immaculate physique suggested a dedication to regular exercise.

People who frequently worked out exuded a unique presence, and Sierra couldn't help but be drawn in by his low, magnetic voice.

She overheard him reassure the person on the other end of the Line, his tone steady and reassuring.

"The bail won't impede the ongoing investigation of the case, and the evidence is solid. It will be handed over to the procuratorate soon. Rest assured."

Tyrone was discussing the case involving Galilea and Rowell. Galilea was bailed out and came out of the police station. Now, she remained under close surveillance, awaiting the judgment of her case.

The voice on the other end of the line said something, and Tyrone became more gentle as he inquired, "Sabrina, will you be free this weekend?"

"Jennie misses you. I'll send her over to your place on Saturday."

"How have you been feeling lately?"

"As long as you can get used to it."

"Alright, goodbye."

Sierra's eyes briefly held a hint of dissatisfaction and jealousy.

Hadn't Sabrina already divorced Tyrone? Why was she persistently reaching out to Tyrone?

After pocketing his phone, Tyrone was about to make his exit.

"Tyrone," Sierra greeted him with an inviting smile.

Tyrone halted, his brow furrowing as he addressed her, “Miss Rivera, how may I be of assistance to you?"

"I just need a moment of your time," Sierra pleaded, her wide eyes and nibbled lip making her appear almost childlike.