Someone tapped Malcom on the shoulder from behind.

Spinning around, Malcom's demeanor shifted instantly. He quickly rose and said, "Mr. Blakely, didn't expect to see you here! Care to join us for a drink?"

"No. What are you talking about?" Tyrone inquired nonchalantly.

"Oh, no big deal. I was merely getting acquainted with this young lady."

Taking a seat next to Sabrina, Tyrone said, “Allow me to introduce my sister, Sabrina."

The smile on Malcom's face froze. Offering an apologetic smile to Sabrina, he said, “Ah, please forgive me."

"Let's leave." Tyrone extended his hand to Sabrina.

"Okay." Sabrina rose alongside him.

"Goodbye."

Malcom accompanied them to the door of the dance hall.

Exiting hand in hand, Tyrone cautioned her, “Malcom Aston isn't someone to be trusted. Maintain your distance."

Smiling at Tyrone, Sabrina said, "But he seemed alright. Why do you say he's untrustworthy?"

Tyrone's expression became grave. "Do you really think he'd reveal his true colors? You've only met him once. How well do you know him?"

"I understand." Sabrina nodded, choosing not to argue.

They made their way to the restaurant's parking lot.

Tyrone opened the passenger door for Sabrina and then entered the vehicle himself.

"Sabrina."

Hearing her name, Sabrina secured her seat belt. Looking up, she found Tyrone's gaze on her, his face gradually drawing near.

His eyes held an air of enigma and depth.

Sabrina held her breath, watching his attractive face inch closer.