The door creaked open ever so slightly from the outside.

Sabrina and Bettie exchanged wide-eyed glances.

Who could it be? And how on earth did this person get their hands on a key to their abode?

Enter Tyrone.

Drifting in with a composed air, Tyrone sported a navy suit that exuded elegance.

Unfazed, Tyrone surveyed the room and then directed his attention at Sabrina. With a polite smile, he addressed Wilton and Ruth, "Mr. and Mrs. Garrett."

Wilton, concealing the astonishment in his eyes, rose to his feet, extending a hand.

“Mr. Blakely, your reputation precedes you. Look at you, you're truly a rising star."

Tyrone reciprocated the handshake with a gracious smile.

"I'm flattered."

Glancing down at the notebook on the table, Tyrone noted the in-progress “letter of understanding."

Had he arrived a tad later, it would've been a done deal.

Leaning down, Tyrone scooped up the notebook, casting a reproachful gaze at Sabrina.

"Need a hand?" he teased.

Sabrina blushed, lowering her head and biting her lip. The audacity of the Garrett family, arresting Aylin and resorting to threats, caught her off guard.

Wilton's face darkened, and he demanded in a stern tone, “Mr. Blakely, care to explain?"

Tyrone, still unruffled, glanced at Wilton and Ruth. He tore off the page, tossing it into the trash can.

Wilton's and Ruth's surprised expressions mirrored their puzzlement.

Sabrina rose to her feet, gripping Tyrone's hand and murmuring, "What on earth are you up to? They've nabbed Aylin."

In this moment, Sabrina felt no inclination to conceal her connection with Tyrone from Bettie.