When she was a student, he was already a graduate and working. She was constantly chasing him.

As Galilea had pointed out, she had walked with Tyrone through his youth, which probably made her irreplaceable.

Subsequently, Sabrina drifted through the next few rounds.

Out of the blue, her phone buzzed with a message. With nothing else on her plate, she picked up her phone and read the message.

It was from Tyrone.

His text read, "You were off by half an inch."

Seeing this, her melancholy faded.

Despite the teasing from the crowd, Sabrina hadn't blushed. But now, her cheeks were aflame. Unseen, she sent Tyrone an emoji, turned off her phone, and cast him a surreptitious glance.

As the game progressed, everyone wanted to see their leader embarrass himself. They were no different. They were determined to involve Tyrone, and they succeeded once more.

Cason wondered if they knew the woman.

If they did, guessing would be a breeze.

But before he could ask, Tyrone chose for a dare.

"Mr. Blakely, carry the fifth girl on your left and perform twenty squats. Does that sound manageable? It's quite simple."

This dare seemed less taxing than previous ones.

But who was the fifth girl on the left?

Someone shouted out, "It's Ms. Chavez."

"Ms. Chavez, would you be so kind?"

"Ms. Chavez, your boyfriend won't object, will he?"

Standing up, Tyrone commanded, "Come here, Sabrina."

Sabrina walked over.