Yet, Tyrone just called him.

There was no illusion. It had indeed been Tyrone on the line, inquiring about their hotel and the specifics of Sabrina's accommodation.

In his mind, he played back the many times he had tried to reach Sabrina, to no avail. It was Tyrone who had picked up eventually.

Could it be possible? He found himself speculating about a romantic entanglement between the two of them.

After all, office gossip was rampant, and it was Tyrone himself who had just called him.

It seemed plausible to him.

After fiddling with his phone a bit, he was about to step away for a brief washroom break when his phone rang again.

The screen displayed Tyrone's name once more.

Promptly, he answered, "Mr. Blakely, how can I assist you?"

"I'm at your hotel now. Meet me outside."

"What? Oh, I see, Mr. Blakely. I'm on my way." With that, the assistant grabbed the key card and rushed out the door.

However, upon exiting, he was startled to see Tyrone positioned outside Sabrina's room.

The assistant couldn't comprehend. Tyrone was here already. Why had he asked to meet outside?

"Mr. Blakely..

The assistant's confusion deepened when Tyrone gestured at the door and instructed, "Knock. Don't let her know I'm here."

It clicked for the assistant then.

He was simply an intermediary to facilitate the knock.

Could it be that Tyrone was planning a surprise for Sabrina?

He knocked on the door.

“Who might that be?"