Sabrina interjected, “I've shared my perspective with you. Bradley, I'll talk to your agent during our next work engagement. I'll give you some time to cool down. If you continue like this, then... I might have no choice but to let go of our friendship.”

Then she turned around and was about to leave.

“Sabrina!” Bradley's voice, laced with sadness, broke the silence as he grasped her wrist.

“Are you truly this heartless?"

"Release me," Sabrina stated with an icy tone.

Bradley's grip on her tightened as he gave her a challenging look.

"Set her free!" A man's voice suddenly resonated from the shadows, catching Sabrina off guard.

Her heart raced with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

What was Tyrone doing here?

Had he overheard their conversation just now? Would he misinterpret her words?

Tyrone approached briskly and positioned himself in front of Bradley.

His gaze bore into Bradley, an assertive declaration of authority.

"She had made it clear, Bradley. She's not interested in you. Quit harassing her."

"Let's get out of here." Tyrone then took hold of Sabrina's hand, leading her forward.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Sabrina trailed behind him.

Bradley remained rooted to the spot, silently observing their departure, his eyes tightly shut in anguish.

As they turned the corner, Sabrina's pace slowed, and she let out a sigh.

“What's on your mind? Feeling a twinge of sympathy for him?" Tyrone inquired, casting a sidelong smile her way.

Bradley could be quite the pest.

Nevertheless, he owed Bradley a debt of gratitude. Were it not for Bradley's meddling, Tyrone might never have discovered Sabrina's true feelings and her intention to reconcile with him.