"I don't want your justifications. Nor do I need them. You're free to act as you please, I have no right to interfere. But this is my room, so leave immediately or I'll involve the authorities!" Her gaze was icy.

The assistant stood outside the door, witnessing everything unfold.

It was evident that a serious conflict was unfolding between them for reasons unknown.

Sabrina had purposely advanced her business trip to Belfield.

Tyrone had followed suit, desperate to explain, but Sabrina wasn't interested.

Clap!

The assistant's eyes widened.

Did he just witness what he thought he saw?

He was certain. He had just seen Sabrina slap Tyrone!

And she didn't hold back!

Tyrone turned his head, shielding his left cheek with his palm. “Fine, I'm leaving. Goodbye..."

Meanwhile, Sabrina stood there, dumbstruck.

Her intention wasn't to slap him, but in the heat of the moment, her hand found his cheek.

Retreating, Tyrone turned around and made his exit.

By the time the assistant comprehended the scenario, Tyrone was already halfway to the elevator.

Frozen in place, the assistant glanced from Tyrone's retreating figure to Sabrina, who was still rooted in the room, unsure of what to do next.

Tyrone's departure seemed tinged with hurt.

Noticing Sabrina's gaze on him, the assistant blurted out, "Ms. Chavez, Mr. Blakely requested your hotel room address from me and asked me to knock. I couldn't decline."

Sabrina gave a slight nod, exhaling in relief. "Understood. You can go rest now."

"Alright."