“Why were you gone so long?" Bradley queried, puzzled.

"I wasn't feeling well." Sabrina found herself resorting to deception.

"You're unwell? Should we head to the hospital?"

"No, it's nothing serious."

Galilea closed her eyes, reflecting on what she had witnessed when she sought Tyrone. How she wished she could kill Sabrina!

But she had to restrain herself.

With her fists clenched and a forced smile, Galilea inquired, "Sabrina, what happened to your lip?"

"Bitten by a mosquito."

The assistant director responded, "The weather is colder; there shouldn't be any mosquitoes."

Tyrone returned to his seat. "I apologize. I ran into someone I knew. I greeted them and engaged in a brief chat. I got held up."

"Understandable. You have to converse when you bump into someone,"

Chains chimed in.

Sabrina stayed silent. His excuse was more credible.

Suddenly, she stiffened, glancing under the table discreetly.

Tyrone was brushing against her leg.

She subtly shifted her position

The next moment, he was at it again.

Meanwhile, he was serving Galilea her favorite food. "I remember you like this. Have more."

Galilea returned a smile. "That's too generous. I won't be able to finish. You should have some."

"Okay."