The car started to move, and Tyrone glanced at Sabrina through the rearview mirror, his brow furrowed.

He inquired, "Do you have any scenes tomorrow?"

Sabrina answered, "No, I don't." But she did have an arrangement to shoot photos for Bradley tomorrow.

“What's the matter?"

Tyrone replied, "Nothing." He turned his gaze away from the rearview mirror.

He asked, “Where would you like to eat?"

Sabrina responded, “Anywhere.”

Meanwhile, Bradley stood still, observing the black car driving away.

His fists clenched tightly in frustration.

He had arrived at the right moment and witnessed Sabrina getting into Tyrone's car.

Why? Had Sabrina reconciled with Tyrone? What did she see in Tyrone?

Tyrone had money, so did he.

Wasn't Sabrina afraid of being hurt again by an unpredictable man like Tyrone?

Did she rather make up with a man like Tyrone than be with him?

“Sabrina, good morning."

Sabrina was in the studio, casually reviewing the photos she had just taken. The sound of approaching footsteps and hushed voices caught her attention, prompting a welcoming smile as she glanced up and saw Bradley.

Bradley paused upon seeing Sabrina, his expression a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"Morning! What's with the early start?"

“First time being your photographer, I've got to be on point, right?"

Sabrina replied with a grin, her camera capturing the carefully set- up scene. She seemed too engrossed at her work to notice Bradley's reactions.