“After all, she's merely an actress. She must have returned because she couldn't make ends meet overseas anymore."

"Yeah. She was just a plaything to Tyrone."

"Hold your tongue. Tyrone isn't a playboy. There must be something we're unaware of," Tyson countered.

Having known Tyrone for numerous years, Tyson was certain that he wasn't the sort of person who toyed with people's emotions.

However, even with his assertion, he remained baffled.

In his perspective, Tyrone and Galilea were an ideal duo. Conversely, Tyrone and Sabrina were virtually strangers. So why did they marry out of the blue?

No matter how bewildered everyone seemed, they hid it well.

They maintained their composure. One friend teased Tyrone with a chuckle, "What sort of ring did you pick for Sabrina? Was it adorned with a massive diamond, perhaps?"

Another began to flatter Sabrina. "It's been ages, Sabrina. You've become even more stunning."

Rolf proposed, "Shall we play poker? It's been a while since we last played."

ALL eyes were on Tyrone.

"Sure." Tyrone rose to his feet, grinning.

The room was outfitted with various forms of amusement. Everyone made their way to the table.

Eddie, with an excuse, declined the invitation to play. Finally, the four people, Tyrone, Rolf, Tyson, and another man, were seated at the table.

The others clustered around a different table, while a pair moved their chairs to spectate.

One of them brought a chair for Sabrina and placed it behind Tyrone.

She expressed her gratitude and settled into the seat.

Tyrone glanced back at Sabrina and inquired, “Are you familiar with this game?"

Sabrina nodded. "I played it as a kid, but I'm not certain if the rules are the same as yours."

Her grandfather had once taught her how to play poker.