After what seemed like an eternity, Tyrone finally spoke in a low and intimidating voice. “How do you know Sabrina? When? Where?"

Glancing uneasily at Mrs. George, Richard hesitated.

“Look at me!" Tyrone suddenly shouted. A cruel glint in his eyes demanded Richard's full attention. "Think carefully before you answer my question!"

Tyrone could hardly bear to look at Richard. The mere notion of Richard and Sabrina possibly having a shared history, knowing each other since her senior student years, and perhaps even having a child together made Tyrone feel like he was about to explode. He had to use every ounce of self-control to prevent himself from strangling the life out of Richard right there and then.

Seeing that Mrs. George had no intention of helping him and the intense gaze in Tyrone's eyes, Richard had no choice but to answer truthfully. "I met Sabrina in a bar. I'm just a waiter," he said, his voice filled with hesitation.

Tyrone was frustrated. Sabrina's boyfriend was actually a waiter in a bar. How could Sabrina fall for such a liar? She had blatantly told him his boyfriend was a wall painter in a bar... Perhaps she lost her mind. He should really take her to see the doctor.

“When did you two meet?" Tyrone was gritting his teeth, his face livid.

"About a week ago, she came to the bar with her friend and mentioned that her ex-husband might bother her soon," explained Richard, observing Tyrone's gloomy face. "She wanted to hire someone to pretend to be her boyfriend, and she picked me."

Tyrone remained silent for a few seconds before looking at Richard with cold eyes. "You're lying! If you've only known her for a week, how could she fall in love with you? Did you know each other a few years ago?"

Richard tried his best to explain, “I'm telling the truth. My colleagues can vouch for it. I can even show you the contract."

"Contract?"

“Yes, we've signed the contract. She will pay me ten thousand dollars after I complete the task," Richard hastily said.

Tyrone narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Richard's expression carefully.

He didn't miss any details and didn't find anything amiss. Could Richard be telling the truth?

Richard was frightened under Tyrone's intense gaze. Feeling antsy due to his silence, he hurriedly added, “You're saying she likes me? How is that possible?"

Hearing this, Tyrone's face darkened. He stood up and announced, “I'm stepping out to make a phone call."

Leaving the chamber, Tyrone immediately dialed Damon's number.

Damon answered casually, “Hello? What's the matter?"

"Since when did Sabrina and Richard know each other? Where did they meet?" Tyrone cut straight to the point.

Damon burst into a fit of laughter.