Give me your word you won't hand Sierra over to the Garrett family, and I can help you with chasing after Sabrina. What do you say?"

"How?"

Rita clenched her fingers. Glancing around, she lowered her voice.

Blayze, who held the phone, listened to Rita's schemes and said nothing.

Rita's heart raced, awaiting Blayze's response.

She was betting.

After a long while, Blayze said, "Okay, I promise you."

A triumphant smile formed on Rita's face. She won the bet.

"But she's not the type that just eats anything from others." Rita fretted.

From the other end, Blayze's voice, clear and composed, resonated, "Some days ago, I received an experimental drug. It's rumored to take effect once its aroma dissipates. You should take the antidote first," he explained.

To flatter him, his associates showered him with diverse gifts.

Blayze never anticipated its utility until now.

Rubbing the phone's back, Blayze lowered his gaze, a hint of darkness lurking within.

If Tyrone discovered this, he'd be incensed.

As for Sabrina, he vowed to make amends when they were together.

“Send someone to deliver it," said Rita.

The following morning, Rita called Sabrina again.

“Have you pondered over the understanding letter?" Rita inquired.

Sabrina's fingers tightened.

Bettie's intuition was accurate. Blayze acquiesced in Rita's visit.