The click of the camera echoed in the hallway.

The man immediately broke free from the woman and walked briskly toward Sabrina. He looked at her sternly and demanded, “Sabrina, delete that photo."

"And if I don't, Lance?" Sabrina crossed her arms, staring into Lance's eyes. "You have a girlfriend. Why do you persist in pestering Bettie? Are you trying to turn her into a third party? Don't you know how much she loathes that?"

"Just delete the photo. I'll explain later," Lance insisted.

“Don't worry," Sabrina replied. “If you stop pestering Bettie, I won't show her the photo."

Lance took a deep breath and said, “I'm not involved with this woman.

She's the one coming onto me."

“Is that so?" Sabrina scoffed. "Then why didn't you push her away?

Did you have to wait until I saw it?"

“Lance started.

Before he could utter another word, Sabrina remarked, “Enough! I'm done talking to you."

Sabrina chose not to engage further with Lance and walked away.

Alice approached Lance while watching Sabrina leave. She then looked at Lance intently. “Lance, do you know her? Isn't that Bella's friend, Sabrina?"

Lance didn't respond to her question. Instead, he said firmly, “Alice, I've already told you I'm not interested in you. Please stop pursuing."

"But you're single now. Why can't I chase after you?" Alice glanced in the direction Sabrina had gone and asked, "Or is there someone else you're interested in?"

"Yes, I am interested in someone else. That's why we can't be together. I suggest you move on," Lance replied.

A look of disappointment washed over Alice. She turned to him sharply.

“Who is it that you Like?"

Lance, however, didn't answer. He walked back to his chamber, leaving her behind.

Frustrated, Alice clenched her teeth. She had heard part of Lance's conversation with Sabrina, where he denied any relationship with her.