Tyrone paused and looked at her. "Where to this time?"

“Violetholt."

Tyrone raised his eyebrows.

"It's for a magazine shoot," Sabrina explained, just Letting him know her plans.

Realizing he couldn't convince her otherwise, Tyrone suggested, “Have Brenton and the others go with you.”

Brenton was one of the bodyguards Tyrone had arranged for Sabrina.

“Sure."

On Tuesday morning, Sabrina, along with her assistant and bodyguards, flew to Violetholt.

A secretary from the magazine was there to greet them at the airport and take them to the hotel.

The secretary told Sabrina before leaving, “Be at the Secenary Restaurant by seven tonight. The chief editor wants to have dinner with you and the model to get acquainted."

Sabrina gave a nod of acknowledgment. At 6:45 PM, she made her way into the chamber at Secenary Restaurant.

Shortly after, the model arrived, and they exchanged greetings.

Sabrina inquired about the model's preferred style, and the model, with her extensive experience, shared her likes with impressive clarity. She also recounted stories from her past photoshoots.

At 7:05 PM, the editor-in-chief swung the door open, wearing a broad smile. “Apologies for the delay. I had to pick someone up just now...”

A casually dressed man, tall and striking, followed the editor-in-chief.

Sabrina caught sight of the man, gasped, and stood up. "Blayze?"

“Surprised to see me?" Blayze entered with a grin, found a chair, and made himself comfortable. “I heard you were back, so I put in a good word for you with Peterson."

"I owe you one, Blayze. I was wondering why Mr. Wilde decided to collaborate with me. It was your doing all along," Sabrina said, her smile genuine.

The model was stunned. The interaction she just witnessed made her rethink. She had assumed Sabrina to be a young, yet remarkably talented photographer. Now, it appeared there was more to the story.

She crossed her fingers, hoping the photographs would turn out well.