Since his identity had been discovered, Damon flicked his nose and asked, "How did you know it was me? Did Eddie tell you?"

“I figured it out by myself. Allow me to treat you with a cup of coffee."

In a cafe nearby, with her arms crossed over her chest, Sabrina leaned against the back of the chair and said, "Come on, tell me what happened."

"What else could it be? Haven't you figured it out?" Damon spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness.

“Did Tyrone ask you to come here?"

“Who else could it be?"

After confirming that Tom was Damon, Sabrina began to believe what Eddie said.

She wondered what was on Tyrone's mind. He must be crazy. How could he choose to disassociate himself from her like that?

“Have you been following me since I arrived in Philade?"

“I arrived a day after you."

“Tyrone was accused of economic crime. Do you know what happened?"

"Someone must have framed him. He is incredibly intelligent. If he actually made such a mistake, he would have already handled it.

There's no way he would just sit around and wait for someone to come arrest him."

Sabrina nodded. It clicked. Then, it must have been Blayze's uncle's doing.

“Do you know why someone would want to frame him?"

“I don't know."

“Why wouldn't you know about that?"

“Well, do you know something?" Damon challenged.

Sabrina stuttered, unable to reply. She raised her mug of coffee to her lips and took a small sip. The room was quiet for a few moments before she spoke up suddenly. "I need to return."

“It's useless for you to go back now."