Tyrone rose and made his way to the stage.

“Before the game kicks off, how about a quick chat, Mr. Blakely? Do you know what the first game for tonight is?"

Tyrone shook his head and replied, "No clue."

His ignorance was genuine.

With Blakely Group dabbling in diverse sectors and owning multiple brands, he was no stranger to such events. He usually took off after delivering his speech, uninterested in the entire event proceedings.

"So you must be aware you're up for a game with Ms. Chavez, right?

What's your opinion on her?"

Tyrone glanced at Sabrina standing next to him and commented, “She's extremely capable. MQ Clothing wouldn't be where it is today without her. I want to thank her sincerely."

The host, clearing his throat, slyly Looked at the paparazzi beyond the stage. "Mr. Blakely, that's not the kind of response we were hoping for."

Tyrone was taken aback. He hadn't anticipated the host to probe further, causing him to cast an uncertain look at Sabrina.

The host's lines were pre-scripted by the event team. They wouldn't suddenly throw in a curveball. This question must have been included at Sabrina's request.

Tyrone was all too aware of what Sabrina was attempting, which was to stir up a storm by hinting at a relationship between them.

Gossip, especially between high-profile personalities, was a guaranteed crowd-pleaser, and even more so with Galilea still in the audience.

The director had already cut to her multiple times.

The media, hearing the emcee's question, leaned in closer, worried they'd miss some juicy detail.

The netizens too were eagerly following the unfolding drama. The event was heating up and fast becoming the talk of the town.

After a pause, Tyrone responded, "She is smart and sensible."

This was a safe response.

The host grinned and retorted, "I must say, you're quite a smooth operator.

Now let's turn the spotlight on Ms. Chavez. How would you describe your rapport with each other?"