Upon concluding her call, Sierra impatiently stamped her feet in frustration.

She hadn't anticipated Tyrone's sudden disappearance.

While retouching her photos, Sabrina's phone chimed with another call from Tyrone after an hour.

Glancing at her screen, she gracefully answered, "Hello? What's going on?"

"Sabrina, I'll send you my location. Come and pick me up."

Tyrone's deep voice, notably huskier than usual, emanated from the other end of the Line.

It felt as though he was concealing something, his words tinged with ambiguity.

Sabrina swiftly checked his messages and ascertained that he was in a hotel.

“Where's your driver? And Kylan?" inquired Sabrina.

"The driver has headed home. Kylan is swamped with his work," Tyrone responded before she could utter another word.

His words carried a note of urgency.

"My phone is on the verge of dying, and I don't have the time to contact other secretaries. Please, Sabrina, help me.”

Furrowing her brow, Sabrina hesitated briefly before reluctantly conceding, “Alright. Please wait for a moment. I'll be there shortly.”

It was undeniably inconvenient.

Setting her work aside, Sabrina donned her coat and prepared to Leave.

“Sabrina, it's quite late. Where are you off to?" Bettie suddenly inquired from her spot on the living room sofa.

Sabrina paused, her lips curling wryly.

“There's a nighttime shoot..."

"Oh..." Bettie cast her a knowing look and replied, "Well, go on then."

In silence, Sabrina changed her shoes in the hallway Bettie followed up with another question, “Will you be returning tonight?"