When Royce walked down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of Sabrina.

The moment he saw her face, he got the impression that he had seen her before. He stopped in front of her and smiled.

"What are you worried about?"

Sabrina floundered for a moment. She didn't expect this man to talk to her.

"I... I'm not worried."

Lance couldn't conceal his surprise as he stared at them.

“Then why do you have this expression on your face?" Royce asked.

“Okay... I was wondering if I should say hello to you," Sabrina blurted.

Royce shook his head with a smile.

"There's nothing to worry about."

“Do you recognize me?" Sabrina asked with a cautious smile.

“Actually, I wasn't sure where I knew you from when I first saw you, but I remember it now. Your name is Sabrina and your husband is Tyrone. I'm correct, aren't I?"

"You have a good memory," Sabrina praised, a small smile on her face.

She chose not to tell him about her divorce.

But her words weren't mere platitudes. She meant what she said.

After all, a busy man such as the government official, who came across several influential people very often, was still able to remember her even though they only met once.

Royce smiled at her and walked out.

Lance glanced at Royce's back before turning to Bettie.

“Wait for me in the lounge."

Without waiting for her response, he followed Royce.