Why was a company like that located in Philade?

Sabrina thought for a while and asked, “Where is the shooting taking place? The office or studio?"

"Studio." A few seconds later, the editor-in-chief sent another message. “The secretary has replied. He will be there on time."

“Okay." Sabrina tried to suppress the doubts that arose in her mind.

Until the shooting started, she still didn't see a photo of her client. However, the focus of such financial news was usually the content of the interview.

Anyways, such high-level executives were usually old. It didn't matter how many pictures they took. They always appeared the same. No one would pay attention to the photos.

Sabrina submitted the photos of the new pair of rings, but the person in charge had not yet replied.

The next day, Sabrina went to the studio and found the staff setting up the scene.

At half past eight, the editor-in-chief sent a message, saying that that person had arrived at the dressing room and was doing makeup.

At about nine o'clock, Sabrina heard some noises outside and turned her head subconsciously.

The leader of the group was a handsome and tall young man in a navy blue suit. He was tall. He walked elegantly and nodded from time to time, conversing with the people around him. His every move screamed for dignity.

To his left was a strange man, and on his right, was the editor-in-chief whom Sabrina already knew. The makeup artists and assistant followed them.

Sabrina was shocked into silence when she saw the man's face. It was Tyrone. Before she could remember where she was, she blurted out, “Why are you here?"

Just like Tyrone, the editor-in-chief and the others came to a stop in front of Sabrina. When the editor-in-chief heard Sabrina's question, she wanted to ask if Sabrina knew Tyrone. After all, they were both from the same country and were in Philade, so it was reasonable that they knew each other.

However, the man on the left glanced at Sabrina with a displeased frown and said, “You are the photographer in charge of today's shooting, aren't you? How can you talk to Mr. Blakely in such a manner?"

Tyrone smiled faintly and winked at Sabrina. "It doesn't matter."

The editor-in-chief chimed in, "Sabrina didn't mean it. Come on, Sabrina. Let me introduce him to you. This is Mr. Blakely, the head of Brown Tech. This is White, the editor of the financial magazine Mr. Blakely, this is your photographer for today. Her name is Sabrina."

ALL at once, Sabrina figured out what was going on here. She stared at Tyrone with a vicious expression. "Mr. Blakely, nice to meet you!"

So Tyrone was the mysterious man she was photographing today. No wonder there was no name or photo of him given to her before the shooting.

“Hello. I'm happy to work with you." Tyrone's expression didn't so much as twitch.