"Mr. Blakely is broad-minded and won't make a fuss of your attitude.

Be careful next time." White glared at Sabrina.

The corners of Sabrina's lips twitched but she nodded obediently and said, "Mr. Blakely, I'm sorry. I mistook you for someone else."

"Oh? Who?"

"My scumbag ex-husband."

Tyrone gaped at her.

Seeing that White was about to lose his temper, Sabrina quickly added, "Mr. Blakely is more handsome than my ex-husband. He is not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"

Tyrone was speechless momentarily. "You don't have to say that."

Sabrina stared at Tyrone with a fake smile and said, “Forget about him. It's my honor to photograph you."

Sabrina was already here, so she couldn't just walk away. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue with the shooting.

“I heard that you are from the same country as me? It will be easier to communicate with each other. What do you say if you will be in charge of all my shootings from now on?" Tyrone proposed.

Sabrina smiled toothily, the anger in her eyes barely veiled.

Seeing the angry expression on Sabrina's face made Tyrone happy. He wanted to pinch her cheeks and see if she would lose her temper right away.

White jumped in irritably. "Why haven't you thanked Mr. Blakely for his generosity?"

"Thank you, Mr. Blakely." Sabrina managed a smile.

"It's getting late. Let's start shooting," the editor-in-chief said.

“Okay. Sabrina glanced at Tyrone, raised her chin and said in a cool tone, “Sit over there."

Sabrina's tone bothered White and his expression darkened. "You.

Before he could finish his words, the editor-in-chief pulled him and pointed at Tyrone. "Mr, Blakely is not angry. Why are you angry? He is in a foreign country and has just met someone from his hometown, so he won't care about it."

White looked over and saw Tyrone obediently sitting on the seat. He didn't appear angry at all. In fact, he was smiling softly.