Tyrone met Richard's gaze and sneered, "You don't get a say in this.”

They were drawing too much attention and Tyrone didn't want to affect Sabrina's work, so he put the lunchbox in her hand and said, “Go and have lunch. I'll pick you up after work."

His tone was gentle and intimate, as if they were the only two people there and Richard didn't exist.

However, Richard took the lunchbox away and threw it in the trash can. "Sorry. I'm here to pick Sabrina up for lunch, so there's no need for this."

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward and Richard barely stopped himself from squirming under Tyrone's gaze.

Sensing a sudden chill in the air, Sabrina quietly looked up at Tyrone.

Tyrone's face was blank, and the full force of his intense gaze was on Richard. Nothing was said, but the energy emanating from Tyrone's pores made everyone around him uncomfortable.

Sabrina gripped Richard's arm a little tighter, and she could feel from his rigid muscles that he was starting to get nervous.

It was eerily quiet.

At that moment, Sabrina was afraid that Tyrone would punch Richard in the face.

But Tyrone didn't.

Tyrone smiled at Sabrina and said, "Sabrina, you can go ahead and have lunch." Then he looked at Richard and asked, “Richard, right? I want to talk to you."

Frowning, Richard asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I just want to chat. If you don't want to go, I won't force you,"

Tyrone said provocatively.

"Okay. Right here?"

"There are too many people here. Let's go to the firefighting access."

"Okay," Richard answered.

Realizing that both men were ignoring her existence, Sabrina quickly said, “No, you can't go." She was afraid that if Richard had too much contact with Tyrone, it would be easy for Tyrone to deduce the truth.

Tyrone smiled at Richard, his eyes blazing with challenge.