When they reached the 28th floor, Sabrina strode out of the elevator without looking back.

Before Sabrina entered the apartment, she hesitated, wondering what to say to Bettie when Bettie noticed her red, swollen lips. It was obvious that she had been kissed.

Thinking of this, Sabrina cursed Tyrone in her heart.

She prepared herself for what she might say and entered the apartment.

To her surprise, Bettie had already gone to bed.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she went to her room to freshen up.

After washing up, she lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the scene in the car came to her mind.

She couldn't believe what they had just done in the car.

It was all Tyrone's fault. He insisted on dragging her in. He said she had helped him, and he had to do something in return. What a cunning man!

In the hotel room, Sierra paced the living room with an air of restlessness.

Tyrone made a hasty exit!

She wanted to see where he could go!

She pondered the futility of his escape attempt. Blayze had enlisted a vigilant sleuth to track Tyrone, ensuring the inevitable apprehension.

Sierra advanced toward the emergency exit, her steps imbued with patience.

The environment exuded an eerie chill, cloaking everything in obscurity.

She found herself in a quandary.

Over 30 floors separated her from the ground. Could Tyrone truly have descended from this vantage point?

"Miss?" A voice startled her from the shadows.

Sierra recoiled in astonishment, instinctively clutching her chest and retreating a couple of steps.