Bettie, newfound confidence in her eyes, challenged, “And what if we don't comply?"

Wilton smiled, glancing at Tyrone.

"Miss Ramirez is quite the spirited one. It's a bit blurry whether we're foes or friends."

Implicit in his words was a proposition. Since no harm befell Bettie and Sabrina, the Garrett family would offer some helping hands to them whenever they needed in the coming days if they agreed to draft the “letter of understanding" for Brady. Otherwise, the Garretts would undoubtedly clash with the Blakelys.

Despite residing in Violetholt, the Garretts’ extensive network and capabilities were not to be underestimated.

It made more sense to forge an alliance than to be at odds.

Tyrone suggested calmly, “I've arranged a reservation at a Local restaurant, renowned for its Mathias delicacies. How about continuing our discussion there?"

"Fine!" Wilton agreed with a nod.

"Please." Tyrone gestured.

Wilton and Ruth exited.

Observing their departure, Sabrina gestured toward herself and Bettie, questioning, “Should we tag along?"

“No, I'll handle this conversation," Tyrone reassured, giving Sabrina's hand a comforting pat.

“I'm off now. Anticipate some good news."

"And if they insist on that letter, make sure you name a steep price,"

Sabrina reminded him before he left.

"Got it."

Once Tyrone departed, Sabrina breathed a sigh of relief. When she turned around, she caught Bettie wearing a smile.

Sabrina's heart raced, anticipating questions from Bettie about her and Tyrone.

To her surprise, Bettie simply sighed.

“Well, for the first time, I find Tyrone somewhat useful."